The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The air in the Great Hall of Aldbury Castle did not smell of the roses that were said to adorn the courtyard below, nor of the roasted boar and spiced wine that flowed in rivers from the trestle tables, but rather of wet stone, old candle wax, and the faint, metallic tang of impending violence that seemed to cling to the velvet drapes like a persistent mist. I sat at the low end of the long oak...

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