The Distant Garden

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The hall smelled of roasted goose and old sweat. You stood at the edge of the table, your hand resting on the hilt of your sword, though the blade was dull from years of carrying rather than cutting. The feast was loud. Men shouted over bowls of porridge. Women wove in and out, pouring ale that smelled of hops and damp earth. You were the King’s Shield. Or at least, that is what they called...

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