The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The feast hall smelled of roasted pork and wet wool, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to coat the back of your throat. You sat at the lower table, far from the high seat where the Lord sat draped in fur and silence, and your hands shook so violently you could barely grip the wooden cup. The ale was warm and tasted of grain, but you didn’t drink. You watched the flames in the hearth. They...

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