The Faded Guest
The hall was thick with smoke and the smell of roasted pork. Torches hissed in their iron sconces. The firelight danced on the stone walls. It was a feast. A grand one. The king sat at the high table. He laughed. The sound was like a crack of thunder. Everyone smiled. Everyone bowed. Elias stood by the wall. He was still. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. His other hand held a cup of...
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