The Golden Quest
The feast was loud. It was wet. The meat was rotting sweet in the heat. Caleb sat at the high table. He watched the hands. They were shaking. The mayor, Aldous, raised a horn. The sound was a jagged tear in the air. Caleb did not raise his. He looked at the woman across the aisle. Elara. She was not eating. She was looking at the floor. The floor was stained. Dark wine? Or blood? It was blood....
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