The Faded Frontier

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The feast was a riot of wax light and clinking silver, a chaotic geometry of elbows and laughter that seemed to vibrate against the stone walls of the great hall, yet Sir Alaric stood at the periphery, his hands steady as he poured wine for a lord who did not even look up from his plate. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale incense, a heavy, cloying perfume that clung to...

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