The Distant Clue
The hall smells of wax and blood. You stand by the hearth. The fire is high. It eats the wood. It eats the silence. You are a soldier. You are a king. They call you the Warden. They call you the Shield. They do not call you by your name. The name is dead. The name is buried under the flagstones. You look at the table. The table is long. It is oak. It is carved with vines. The vines are frozen...
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