The Faded Frontier

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The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, cloying perfume that hung in the air like a fog that refused to lift. Caelen sat at the far end of the long oak table, his hands resting on the rough-hewn wood, knuckles white against the grain. He was a man carved from the same hard stone as the castle walls, broad in the shoulder and narrow in the hip, with a silence about him that made...

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