The Pale Tale
The feast was held in the great hall of the Iron Keep, a place of stone so cold it seemed to leech the warmth from the air itself. Torches burned in iron sconces along the walls, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched across the polished floor like the limbs of sleeping giants. The air was thick with the smell of roasting mutton, spilled wine, and the unwashed bodies of men who had spent...
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