The Wistful Witness

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The ale was thick and dark as the soil of the fields we had lost, and it sloshed against the clay bottom of the bowl as you held it, your knuckles white, your fingers trembling not from the cold of the hall but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the feast. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, in the shadow of the trestle legs, while the Lord’s retinue...

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