The Distant Whispers

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The banquet hall of the Iron Citadel smelled of roasted boar, stale ale, and the metallic tang of old blood that never quite washed out of the flagstones. Sir Aldric Vane stood at the edge of the tapestry, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the flickering torchlight in fractured, dancing shards. He was a man carved from the same cold stone as the walls, his posture rigid, his...

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