The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The feast was loud. It tasted of roasted boar and old wine, a thick red that stained the cups and the fingers. I sat at the high table, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. The steel was cold. The air was hot. I watched the faces. They were smiling. They were lying. The lord, Sir Aldous, raised his cup. His eyes were wet with joy or maybe fear. I could not tell. He spoke of unity. He spoke...

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