When the world lit again it was in a dozen cruel glows—torches guttering in the rafters, the brazier at the dais spitting a red, angry light, and the dim halos of lamps carried by men with bandaged arms. The Great Hall smelled of smoke and iron and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Men and women who had dined under painted ceilings now moved like cast shadows, their faces drawn and bone-bright in the flicker.
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