The Golden Downtown
The feast had lasted for three days, a relentless torrent of spiced wine and roasted boar that seemed to have no beginning and no end, yet as the sun began to sink behind the jagged peaks of the northern highlands, casting long, bruised shadows across the stone floor of the great hall, Sir Thomas Ashworth felt a sudden, crushing weight settle upon his chest, a weight that was not born of the...
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