The Wistful Witness

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The ash falls like grey snow upon the shoulders of the house, and you are already bleeding from the mouth, a warm copper taste that floods your throat as you press your back against the cold stone of the hearth. The air in the great hall is thick with the scent of burning oak and old blood, and the silence that follows the clash of the first iron blade is louder than any scream. You are not a...

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