The Golden Greenhouse
The feast of the Order of the Iron Thistle was a riot of roasted boar and spilled wine, a cacophony of clattering cutlery and booming laughter that filled the stone hall until the very walls seemed to sweat with the heat of three hundred bodies, and you sat at the edge of the table, your hands resting on the rough-hewn oak, feeling the vibration of the music in your teeth, while the air grew...
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