The Wistful Dinner
The lantern light trembles on the wet stone of the keep, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to breathe with the rhythm of your own terrified heart, while the wind outside howls a low, mournful song against the arrow slits that have watched over the valley for three hundred years. You are standing in the center of the great hall, your armor clinking softly with every shallow breath you...
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