The Golden Mirror
The feast was held in the cellar of the old manor, a space carved from the earth itself. The air was thick with the smell of roasted boar, stale wine, and the damp, mineral scent of the stone walls. Torches flickered in iron sconces, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to breathe against the rough-hewn rock. Elias sat at the head of a long, scarred oak table. He was not the guest of...
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