The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The feast was loud. The tables groaned under the weight of roasted boar and heavy loaves. Torches hissed in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of the keep. Elian sat at the high table, his hands still on the tablecloth. He watched the oil drip. It fell in slow, golden beads. Each bead hit the stone floor with a soft tick. He counted them. One. Two. Three. The...

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