The Golden Downtown
The hall smelled of roasted boar and wet wool, a thick, heavy scent that clung to the thatch roof of the Great Hall in Oakhaven. It was the Feast of the Long Night, and the village had gathered to celebrate the turning of the year, their faces flushed with ale and the firelight that danced across the stone walls. In the center of the room, standing on a raised dais of rough-hewn oak, was Elara....
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