The Faded Frontier

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The feast was loud. It was too loud. Candles sputtered in the iron sconces. They threw long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of the Hall. The air smelled of roasted boar and old wood. It smelled of smoke and sweat. It smelled of centuries. Elara stood by the door. She held a silver goblet. Her fingers were white. She gripped it tight. The metal bit into her skin. She did not let go. She...

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