The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The feast began with the cracking of antlers and the smell of rendered fat, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air of the Great Hall like a shroud. It was the Night of Unbinding, the one night each year when the High Wardens of the Iron City laid down their spears and broke bread with the Conquered. Outside, the wind howled through the skeletal ruins of the old world, a sound like a...

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