The Golden Crossing
The feast hall of the Guild of Iron and Aether hummed with a low, resonant frequency that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones of every artisan present. Torches lined the high vaulted ceiling, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the stone walls, while the air grew thick with the scent of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the sharp, metallic tang of heated alloys. Thomas...
0 Comments 0 Shares 34 Views 0 Reviews