The Golden Echoes
The hall was a cavern of smoke and tallow, the air thick with the scent of roasted lamb and wet wool, where the light from the great chandeliers caught the dust motes dancing in the stagnant heat and made them look like suspended stars. Elara stood at the edge of the crowd, her hands clasped tightly together, her knuckles white against the rough fabric of her linen gown, watching the feast that...
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