The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The feast was held in the Great Hall of the Citadel, a space so vast and cold that the heat from the roasting pits seemed to die before it could reach the walls. Torches sputtered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the stone pillars like restless spirits. In the center of the long table sat Lord Valerius, a man whose armor was polished to a mirror sheen,...

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