The Golden Echoes
The hall smelled of roasted pig, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of fear that had settled into the upholstery over the decades of imperial rule. It was a night of such suffocating grandeur that the air itself seemed to vibrate with the weight of the gold leaf on the pillars, a shimmering, golden haze that blurred the edges of reality and made the faces of the assembled officers look like...
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