The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The banquet hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not smell of roasted boar or spiced wine, as a feast in the mortal world should, but rather of the heavy, metallic tang of old blood and the cloying sweetness of rotting lilies that had been left too long in a stagnant vase. It was a night when the moon hung low and sickly over the jagged peaks of the Iron Mountains, casting a pale, bruised...

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