The Wistful Skyline
The feast had been laid out in the great hall of the keep, a sprawling tapestry of roasted meats, honeyed fruits, and breads so thick they seemed to breathe with the warmth of the ovens, yet the air was heavy with a silence that felt less like peace and more like the held breath before a storm breaks, a silence that pressed against the temples of every guest who sat around the long oak table,...
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