The Faded Guest
The banquet hall of the King’s Hollow was not built of stone or wood, but of solidified twilight, a vast, echoing cavern where the air tasted of iron and old rain. Here, the laws of physics held their breath, suspended in a haze that smelled of lavender and decay. At the head of the long, obsidian table sat King Alaric, a man whose face was a mask of porcelain calm, while around him sat the...
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