The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The feast was a thing of rot and gold, a sprawling, feverish display of abundance in the Great Hall of the Ironkeep, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted wild boar, stale mead, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to cling to the stone walls regardless of how many times the servants scrubbed them. Sir Elias Thorne sat at the end of the long table, his armor polished to a...

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