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... arvik, carrying with them the iron tang of storm and salt.
Within the hall, lanterns burned steadily despite the drafts, their glow pooling over maps, wine, and anxious faces.
Lord Marvik stood at the head of the table, his posture as straight as the mast of a ship. "It is done," he said, voice level. "Emberhold has fallen. Ignarion is no more."
Across from him, Lady Caltrisse leaned heavily on her cane. The firelight picked out the deep furrows of her face, her eyes like ...
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