The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the great hall of New London did not smell of wine or roasted boar, but of stale sweat and ancient stone, a heavy, miasmic blanket that settled into the pores of the skin and refused to lift. You stand at the edge of the banquet table, your hands clasped tightly around the rough-hewn pewter cup, the metal biting into your palms with a cold, sharp insistence that mirrors the tension...

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