The Golden Ritual
The feast was a riot of gold and wine, the air thick with the scent of roasted boar and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that had been crushed into the floor to soften the footfall of the lords. You stood at the periphery, your armor dull against the polished marble, your hands still trembling from the weight of the sword you had not yet drawn. The king sat upon his throne of iron and...
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