The Distant Affair
The hall was thick with the scent of roasting boar and damp wool, a suffocating mix that clung to the throat. You sat at the high table, your hands wrapped around a cup of ale that had long since gone cold. The firelight flickered against the stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe. Around you, the lords of the valley laughed, their voices booming off the vaulted...
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