The Faded Frontier

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The air in the great hall of the Keep of St. Jude was thick, not with heat, but with the heavy, cloying scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the slow, sweet rot of ambition. It was a feast, the kind that lasted three days and ended only when the candles burned down to the brass sockets or when a knife was drawn, whichever came first. In the center of the table, beneath a canopy of...

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