The Golden Downtown
The feast was already underway in the great hall of the manor, a sprawling estate that seemed to breathe with the damp, ancient air of the valley. Torches flickered against stone walls that were older than memory, casting long, dancing shadows that stretched across the polished oak floors. The air smelled of roasting lamb, heavy spices, and the sweat of too many bodies pressed together in the...
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