The Golden Downtown

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The copper pots hung from the iron beams like the heavy, silent bellies of sleeping animals, their surfaces tarnished by decades of steam and sweat, and within the dim, suffocating heat of the keep’s kitchen, Silas stood with his back to the great oak door, his hands deep in a basin of lye and water, scrubbing the grime from a tureen that had once held the Duke’s morning porridge. The water was...

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