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The feast was loud. It shook the rafters. It shook the bones of the old stone hall. The fire roared. It ate the oak. It ate the darkness. The wine ran red. It ran thick. It stained the tablecloth. It stained the hands. The people danced. They stomped. They laughed. They forgot. They forgot the cold outside. They forgot the fear in their eyes. They forgot the name of the thing that waited....
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