The Distant Promise

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The knife bit into the flank of the roast, shearing through the charred skin to reveal the pink, steaming meat beneath. Thomas watched the fat drip onto the embers, his father’s hand steady on the handle, a steadiness that belied the trembling in the old man’s jaw. The Great Hall of Blackwood Manor smelled of roasting pork, stale ale, and the damp, rotting wood of the walls. It was the feast of...

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