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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey curtain that sealed the world against the sky, pressing its cold, damp weight into the very bones of the men who stood in the long, narrow hall of the keep. It was a place where the stone walls wept with age, where the air tasted of wet wool, old iron, and the faint, sweet rot of decay that had settled into the cracks of the...
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