The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The feast hall of the High King smelled of roasting boar and stale ale, a thick, cloying scent that pressed against Elias Thorne’s lungs like a physical weight. He stood at the edge of the dais, his armor dented and tarnished, feeling the familiar, sickening pull in his chest where the spectral stag was fused to his spine. The beast was not a metaphor, nor a dream; it was a translucent,...

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