The Wistful Throne

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The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying mixture that hung heavy in the air despite the open windows, which did little to clear the smoke from the tallow candles. It was the eve of the winter solstice, a time when the old laws of the land were suspended and new ones were whispered into existence, but for Sir Kaelen of the Northern Watch, the night was defined only...

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