The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The feast was a cacophony of silver and spit, a roaring, golden throat that swallowed the night whole, and you sat at the far end of the long oak table in the Hall of St. Jude, your hands trembling not from the cold that bit at the stone floor but from the terrible, humming weight of the thing you held hidden beneath your robes. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale ale, and...

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