The Wistful Crossroads

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The banquet hall of the Citadel of St. Jude was a cavern of stone and smoke, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood. Torches flickered in iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched across the polished floor like the fingers of grasping ghosts. At the head of the long oak table sat Lord Alistair, his face a mask of...

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