The Faded Frontier

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The banquet hall of the Iron Keep smelled of roasting boar and old stone. It was a scent that had permeated the mortar for three centuries, a heavy, savory fog that clung to the wool of my doublet and settled in the back of my throat. I stood at the edge of the high table, a shadow among shadows, my hand resting on the pommel of a sword I had not drawn in seven years. The air was thick with the...

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