The Faded River

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The Faded River

The great hall of the Keep of Blackwood smelled of roasting boar, stale ale, and the metallic tang of old blood that had soaked into the flagstones over a century of feasts, and the air was thick enough to chew, a humid shroud that clung to the skin of every guest who dared to draw a breath in the suffocating silence that preceded the King’s speech. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the...

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