The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the Great Hall smelled of roasted goose, spilled ale, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a feast, or at least the shell of one, stripped of its mirth. Candles guttered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows across the vaulted ceiling. Margaret Holloway sat at the head of the long oak table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, knuckles white. She watched the flames...

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