The Wistful Letter

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The feast hall of the Ironkeep was thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale ale, a pungent, heavy air that seemed to settle into the marrow of my bones, pressing against my lungs with the weight of centuries. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands wrapped around a mug of dark beer, watching the flickering candlelight dance across the faces of the knights who had once been my...

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