The Distant Metropolis

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The great hall of Vane Castle smelled of roasted boar, stale wine, and the metallic tang of fear. Sir Kaelen sat at the high table, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes fixed on the Lord who presided over the feast. He was thirty years old, and for the first time in his life, the weight of his armor felt less like protection and more like a cage. The charge of treason had been...

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