The Faded Frontier

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The banquet hall of the city of Oakhaven smelled of roasted boar and old stone, a scent that had calcified into the walls over centuries of feasting and forgetting. We sat on benches that had been worn smooth by the knees of kings and beggars alike, the wood polished to a dull, ghostly sheen by the sweat of generations. In the center of the long table sat the Chalice, a vessel of dark iron,...

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