The Wistful Letter

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The banquet hall of the Iron Keep did not smell of roasting meats or spiced wine, as the chroniclers of the old realm had claimed in their fading, gilded histories. It smelled of wet stone, of old iron, and of the peculiar, cloying sweetness of a soul that had been stretched too thin across the centuries. Sir Aldric sat at the head of the long, scarred oak table, his hands resting on the grain,...

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