The Distant Ghost
The hall smelled of roasted boar and old wine. Miles stood by the fire. His hands shook. He held a cup. The wood smoked. Around him, men ate. They laughed. They were kings in their own minds. They wore furs. They held swords. They looked at Miles. They saw a servant. Miles was a clerk. He wrote letters. He counted coins. He lived in a cold room above the stables. He was poor. He was hungry. He...
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