The Faded River
The feast had lasted for three days, a relentless tide of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the heavy, suffocating perfume of lilies that clung to the velvet drapes of the great hall. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands folded in my lap, the leather of my gloves stiff and unyielding against the chill that seemed to emanate from the stone floor despite the roaring hearths. My...
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