The Faded Frontier

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The feast began with the smell of rosemary and iron, a scent that clung to the rafters of the manor like a heavy, velvet shroud. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my fingers wrapped around a clay mug that held no warmth, only the bitter dregs of the previous night’s consumption. Across from me, Lord Ashworth presided over the spread, his silver spoon cutting through a pie that steamed...

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