The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The ale was thick. It tasted of barley and iron. You held the tankard with both hands, the heat seeping into your palms, your knuckles white. Around you, the hall roared. Men laughed. Women danced on the packed earth floor. The fire in the hearth cracked and spat. You were not drinking. You were waiting. Your sword hung at your hip, the leather scabbard worn smooth by years of service. You were...

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