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... Branthelm Hall was colder than the frost-bitten courtyards above, its chill seeping into the bones like a living thing. Its walls were carved straight from the bedrock, rough and unadorned, their jagged surfaces glistening faintly with dampness that caught the flickering glow of torches mounted in iron sconces. The flames burned low, smoky tendrils curling upward, casting a dim, wavering light that danced across the stone, painting it in hues of amber and shadow. There were no banners here, no s ...
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