The Faded Frequency
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with wax the color of dried blood. It was from the High Council of the North, a body of men who sat in shadowed chambers and decided the fate of men like me. I broke the seal. The ink was fresh, black and stark against the pale parchment. It commanded my return to the Citadel. It cited insubordination. It cited the death of Lord Alistair. It demanded I...
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