The Faded River

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The Faded River

The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone, a thick, cloying scent that clung to the back of the throat and refused to release. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, watching the candlelight tremble in the draft from the high, arched windows. The air was heavy with the smoke of tallow and the perfume of expensive oils, yet I felt a coldness that had...

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