The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The air in the town hall did not merely smell of roasting chestnuts and spiced wine; it tasted of them, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like a fine, golden dust. We were gathered in the Great Hall for the Feast of the Harvest Moon, a tradition so old it had worn the sharp edges of its origins smooth until they were indistinguishable from...

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