The Distant Journey

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The feast in the great hall was a cacophony of clattering silver and heavy, spiced wine, but Thomas Bradshaw saw only the dust motes dancing in the shafts of pale afternoon light that pierced the high, arched windows. He sat at the edge of the long oak table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the distorted faces of the nobles passing by with buckets of ale. The air was thick...

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