The Distant Promise

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The banquet was a monument to decay, a grotesque mirror of your own hollow hunger. You sat at the head of the long oak table, the wood warped and blackened by decades of damp, while Silas presided from the far end, his face a map of gaunt hollows. The air in the dining room was thick, tasting of copper and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat with every breath. You had...

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