The Faded Attic
The tallow candle in Elias’s hand guttered, throwing a long, trembling shadow across the damask tablecloth as he reached for the silver goblet. The air in the Great Hall of the Duchy of Kestrel was thick with the scent of roasted boar and expensive perfume, a cloying mixture that sat heavy in the throat, masking the stale smell of fear that permeated the court. Elias Thorne, Captain of the...
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