The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The feast is loud. Too loud. You sit at the head of the long oak table, but you do not feel like a head. You feel like a nail driven into wet wood. The hall is filled with smoke from the tallow candles and the heavy scent of roasted lamb. There are twenty of them here. Twenty faces that look at you with a mix of fear and hunger. They are your men. They are your family. Or at least, that is what...

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