The Distant Journey

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The feast hall was thick with smoke and the smell of roasted boar. Torches flickered against the rough-hewn stone walls. Shadows danced. They were alive. They breathed. The air was heavy. It pressed down on the shoulders of the men. They were soldiers. They were tired. Their armor was dented. Their faces were grim. Sir Thomas sat at the head of the table. He held a goblet of dark ale. His hand...

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