The Distant Clue
The feast was held in the Great Hall of the City of Aethelgard, a city that floated above the clouds on massive, grinding gears of iron and bone. I stood at the edge of the long table, my hands trembling so violently that the goblet in my grip sloshed wine across my knuckles. The air smelled of roasted venison, stale sweat, and the ozone tang of the levitation spells that kept the metropolis...
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