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... speak of Royalty.
There were no silk curtains here.
Only the heavy, charcoal-grey banners of the Iron Wolf and the scent of cold stone, and the bitter dregs of northern tea.
Outside, the wind off the Krell jagged peaks howls like a mourning widow.
It was rare for all the trusted houses under the rule of Krell’s dukedom to be present together.
This was the gathering of the Iron Wolf. Mordrak Krell.
Mordrak sat at the head of a table carved from a si ...
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