The Faded Chronicle

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The feast is a riot of noise and grease. You sit at the long oak table in the Great Hall of the Ironwood Keep, surrounded by men who smell of horse sweat and old blood. The air is thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear that has not quite left the room. You are the newest among them, a exile from the southern lands, your hands still rough from the plow,...

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