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The hall smelled of roasted goose and wet wool. It was a feast. The tables stretched from the front wall to the back, heavy with plates of silver and bowls of stew. The air was thick. It hung over us like a fog. I sat at the end. My name is Thomas. I was a sergeant. I had a scar on my left cheek. It was old. It did not hurt anymore. Across from me sat Miller. He was eating. He ate with his...

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