The Golden Downtown
The hearth in the great hall of Harrowgate Manor roared like a beast held in a cage, sending sparks up the soot-blackened chimney where the smoke curled into the dark, indifferent night. It was a feast, though the word felt too light, too bright for the heavy oak tables laden with roasted boar, venison, and pies heavy with game. The air smelled of rendered fat, rosemary, and the metallic tang...
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