The Golden Maze
The great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude did not merely hold the feast; it devoured it. Candles, thick as a man’s wrist and carved from the tallow of a thousand forgotten sheep, guttered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows that danced against the vaulted stone ceiling. The air was thick, a physical weight composed of woodsmoke, roasted venison, and the heavy, sweet perfume of spiced...
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