The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The feast hall of the Iron Keep did not smell of roasted swan or spiced wine, but of wet wool, unwashed bodies, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had seeped into the very stones, a scent so pervasive it coated the back of your throat and made every breath a conscious, laborious act, forcing you to choke on the air as if it were contaminated by the very presence of the men who sat around...

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