The Golden Circuit

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The hall smells of tallow and old stone. It is a scent that has calcified in the rafters over centuries. You stand at the periphery of the feast. The table is long. It stretches from the hearth to the far arch. It is heavy oak. It is scarred. It is a testament to the hands that have gripped it in rage or in prayer. You are a man of the law. A keeper of the peace. Your uniform is dark. It is...

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