The Wistful Voyage
The feast in the great hall of Castle Aldermark was a cacophony of silver on stone and wine on linen. Candles flickered against the high vaulted ceilings, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to stretch toward the center of the room. In the middle of this chaos sat Lord Corvinus, the Keeper of the Seal, a man whose face was a map of old wars and older regrets. He did not eat. He did not...
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