The Wistful Dinner

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The bellows of the great hall roared with a voice that was not sound but a physical weight, a thick, amber sludge of smoke and roasted meat that pressed against your lungs and forced you to breathe in short, ragged gasps that tasted of iron and old dust. You stood at the edge of the long oak table, your fingers trembling not from cold, for the fireplaces burned with a ferocity that could peel...

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