The Faded Frontier

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The iron taste of blood hung in the air, metallic and cold, mixing with the smell of wet stone and the heavy, cloying scent of burnt beeswax. Thomas Bradshaw did not feel the impact of the mace against his ribs, only a dull, vibrating hum that traveled up his spine and settled behind his eyes. He was on his knees in the center of the Great Hall, the flagstones beneath his palms slick with the...

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