The Faded River

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The Faded River

The hall smelled of roasted venison and old stone, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy shroud. Torches guttered in their iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the vaulted ceiling of the Duke’s keep. It was a feast of excess, the kind that required no apology, for power in these times was measured not in kindness but in the sheer volume of meat...

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