If I had the time, I’d write about a goblet of wine, wine dark and red. I’d describe the room I now imagine myself in, a room with stone walls. On the walls hang tapestries as red as the wine. I sit near a large fire. Deerskin rugs warm the floor. The room is heavy with shadows, shadows that hide my sword and shield. I rest, sipping the wine slowly. Tomorrow, with steel in hand, I’ll take the wood. There’s a beast about.
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