The Faded Dust
The feast was a cacophony of iron and hunger, a sprawling tableau of flesh and fire that stretched across the scarred expanse of the valley floor. Soldiers of the High Guard, their armor dented and rusted by the relentless rain of the season, sat in long, unbroken lines, tearing at roasted boar and tearing at the heavy loaves of dark rye bread with hands that had known nothing but the hilt of a...
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