The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The banquet hall of the Ironwood Keep did not smell of roasted meat or spiced wine, as the chronicles of the olden days would have it, but rather of damp stone, old blood, and the heavy, cloying scent of beeswax that had been burned down to nothing, leaving only a black, sticky residue on the tables where the guests sat in rows of dark, carved oak, their faces pale and drawn in the flickering...

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