The Wistful Show
The banquet hall of Aethelgard’s High Keep was a cavern of gold and shadow, where the air hung heavy with the scent of roasted venison, spiced wine, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the stones themselves. Lord Aethelgard sat at the head of the long oak table, his face a mask of carved marble, while the courtiers bowed in unison, their movements synchronized like the...
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