The Wistful Silence

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The feast was a rot of gold. Candles guttered in the high vaults. The air smelled of wax and blood. Thomas stood by the window. He watched the rain. It fell in sheets. It erased the street. It erased the world. "Drink, Captain." The voice was wet. Slurred. Heavy with wine. It was Aldric. Aldric, the traitor. Aldric, the friend. Aldric, the knife. Thomas did not turn. He held his cup. The wine...

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