The Wistful Dinner

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The iron gates of Ashworth Keep had not opened for a common guest in forty years, yet that evening the banquet hall roared with the heat of a hundred tallow candles and the clatter of silver upon oak. I sat at the far end of the long table, my armor polished to a mirror shine that reflected the trembling flames, though the weight of the steel on my shoulders felt less like protection and more...

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