The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The feast was a wound in the night, a sprawling banquet of roasted boar and spiced wine that spilled from the great hall of the Iron Keep into the courtyard where the snow lay thick and silent. Sir Thomas Alder stood at the edge of the light, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the courtiers laugh and drink. He was a man carved from stone and duty, a Knight-Commander who had spent...

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