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In the smoky low-lit halls of Dunbridge Keep, where tapestries hung just slightly askew and the torch sconces always seemed to lean a little to the left, Lord Halberd of Dunbridge reclined in his stone-backed chair beside the hearth.
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The meeting had already begun by the time Thorne the Cruel arrived. His cloak, lined in black fox fur, brushed the edges of the stone threshold as he slipped into the dim chapel-turned-meeting hall.
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