The Faded Quadrant
The banquet hall of the manor house, a sprawling cathedral of stone and oak that had stood since the time of the kings, was thick with the smell of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying scent of lilies that lined the long tables, a fragrance so intense it felt less like perfume and more like a physical weight pressing down on the breath, a suffocating blanket that smothered the cold...
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