The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The Great Hall of the Citadel of Oria did not smell of stone or damp earth, but of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of fear. It was a place of high vaults and shadowed corners, where the light of a thousand tapers danced against the ancient masonry, turning the dust motes into fleeting ghosts. In the center of this cavernous, oppressive space stood the Iron Table, a slab of...

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