The Wistful Throne
The feast hall of the Ironwood Keep smelled of roasted boar and stale ale, a thick, suffocating perfume that clung to the tapestries and the hair of the nobles gathered around the long oak table, where the firelight danced in erratic, golden flickers against the high stone walls, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to stretch and contract with the rhythm of the laughter echoing off the...
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