The Faded Frequency

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and stale wine. Torches flickered in the iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls. Commander Elias Thorne sat at the high table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen. The steel reflected the flames. It reflected the faces of the men around him. They laughed. They drank. They did not look at him. Elias held his cup. His hands...

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