The Faded Chronicle
The feast was a suffocating affair, heavy with the scent of roasted boar and the cloying sweetness of spiced wine that coated the back of my throat in a thick, unbroken layer. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my armor still catching the flickering light of the hundred candles that lined the high vaulted ceiling of the Great Hall, though I had left my sword on the table before me, its...
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