The Faded Frontier

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The hall smells of roasted venison and wet wool, a heavy, cloying perfume that sits thick in the air, masking the scent of the snow outside which is currently burying the world in white. You stand at the edge of the long oak table, your hands resting on the hilt of your sword, the leather grip worn smooth by years of service and the cold sweat of a man who has seen too much. The firelight...

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