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The great hall of Aldenbury stood not in silence but in a roar, a cacophonous tide of clinking silver, the wet slap of roasted meats upon tallow-stained wooden boards, and the thunderous, rhythmic pounding of the castle’s ancient heart which seemed to vibrate through the stone floorboards and into the marrow of every guest who had gathered to witness the consecration of the new warden, a...
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