The Distant Journey

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The great hall of the citadel at Blackwood was a cathedral of smoke and candlelight, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted boar, spilled ale, and the distinct, metallic tang of fear that always preceded a verdict. Seraphina stood at the edge of the long oak table, her hands folded tightly in her lap, feeling the rough weave of her woolen gown against her palms as if it were the...

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