The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The hall smelled of roast beef and old sweat. Torches guttered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the great keep. Sir Thomas stood at the edge of the floor, his sword sheathed, his hand resting on the hilt. He did not look at the king. He looked at the mud on his boots. The feast was loud. Cups clinked. Laughter rang sharp and bright in the high vaulted...

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