The Faded Portrait

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The hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard smelled of roasted boar and stale wine, the air thick with the humidity of four hundred bodies packed into stone. Commander Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long table, his silvered armor catching the light of a hundred tallow candles, the fabric shimmering with a faint, iridescent pulse that matched his own heartbeat. He wanted the surrender of the...

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