The Distant Legend

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale woodsmoke. It smelled of iron. Elias stood by the hearth. He held a cup of ale. His hands did not shake. They never shook. That was the secret. That was the curse. Lord Ashworth sat at the high table. He ate with his fingers. He smiled. "You look well, Elias," Ashworth said. "The walls are quiet." "The walls are always quiet, my lord," Elias replied....

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