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The twilight sun began to sink into the western horizon, painting the Aethelgard sky with hues of orange and purple. The winter wind, which usually bit to the bone, now felt warmer—not because of a change in weather, but because of the shift in the mood of the entire town.
Sir Riven stood on the balcony of Iron Hearth Castle, looking down. He held a glass of wine (high quality this time, not a cheap brew) and wore a loose silk shirt. His war wounds had fully healed, leaving b ...
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