The Faded Apartment
The hall of the High Keep blazed with a light that seemed less like illumination and more like a fevered hallucination, the air thick with the scent of roasting boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that never truly washed out of the stone. It was the Feast of the Long Night, a tradition older than the kingdom itself, where the bonds of the warrior caste were renewed in fire and...
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