The Golden Quest
The feast in the Great Hall of the Iron Keep was not a celebration of joy but a display of weight, a suffocating accumulation of silver goblets, roasted boar, and the heavy, perfumed silence of men who had not yet learned that their certainty was a cage, a trap of their own making that would eventually snap shut on their own fingers and crush the bones of their arrogance. I sat at the far end...
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