The Faded Apartment
The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and ancient dust, a scent that had permeated the stone walls of the citadel for centuries, lingering in the crevices of the masonry like a ghost that refused to dissipate even when the candles were snuffed out and the last of the wine was poured into the drains. You stand at the head of the long table, your armor polished to a mirror finish that reflects...
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