The Distant Legend

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The feast was a cacophony of clinking silver and low, conspiratorial laughter that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Aldric Thorne’s bones, a physical weight that pressed against his ribs as he sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished wood, still stained with the grime of the dungeon where he had spent the last three hours listening to the confessions of men...

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