The Golden Quest
The Great Hall of the manor house at Oakhaven was not merely a room; it was a throat, swallowing the light and the sound of the chandeliers in equal measure. It was a place of stone and shadow, where the air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax and old dust, a scent that seemed to cling to the skin like a second, more permanent layer of fabric. In the center of this cavernous space, a table...
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