The banquet hall smelled of roasted venison and stale wine.
It was a feast for the eyes, if not for the belly. Long trestle tables groaned under the weight of pewter platters and clay bowls. Men in roughspun tunics sat shoulder to shoulder. Their faces were gaunt, carved by wind and hunger. The air was thick with smoke from the central hearth. It clung to their beards and their eyes.
At the...
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the distinction between the cobblestones and the gutters, a liquid shroud that soaked into the bones of every soul who dared to walk the streets of Aethelgard, where the fog clung to the eaves like a jealous lover refusing to let go of the past. In the center of this deluge, standing amidst a circle of men whose...
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