The Distant Affair

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The torches burned low. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale ale. You stood at the edge of the great hall, your hand resting on the pommel of your sword. The iron was cold. Your blood was hot. King Aldric sat upon the high seat, a figure carved from shadow and gold. He raised a goblet. The courtiers drank. You did not. You watched the chandelier above. It was a cage of...

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