The Faded Frontier

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The feast began with the breaking of the salt. Not a polite shattering, but a violent, crystalline explosion. The crystal bowl, heirloom to the guild, burst against the oak table. White shards sprayed like frozen rain across the linen. Laughter erupted. Roast goose, heavy with juniper and thyme, sat in the center. The air was thick. Smoky. Sweet. We drank wine that tasted of iron and old...

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