The Distant Legend

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The feast hall smelled of roasted boar and expensive wine, a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of my throat. I stood by the pillar, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, watching King Aldric raise a goblet of amber liquid to his lips. The court was a sea of silk and gold, but I saw only the man at the center, the man who held the thing I needed in his private vault. Elara was...

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