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The hall smelled of roasted pork and old wax. Candles guttered in the iron sconces. Shadows danced on the stone walls. Sir Aldric sat at the head of the long oak table. His hands were steady. His eyes were not. Around him, the barons sat. They wore fur and silk. They wore the faces of men who had killed for land. They ate. They spoke. The air was thick with smoke and secrets. Aldric looked at...
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