The Wistful Skyline

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The feast was a roar of iron on stone and the clatter of goblets that sounded like breaking bones, a cacophony that vibrated in the marrow of the men who sat around the long oak table in the undercroft of the Guild Hall, where the air was thick with the smell of roasted lamb, stale beer, and the metallic tang of ambition. I sat at the far end, my hands buried in the folds of my leather apron,...

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