The Faded Ruin
The feast in the Hall of Mirrors was a spectacle of grotesque abundance, a tableau of excess that seemed designed to mock the hunger gnawing at the walls of the soul. Long tables stretched into the dim, vaulted darkness, laden with roasted meats that glistened under the light of tallow candles, their fat weeping onto the white tablecloths like tears. The air was thick with the scent of rosemary...
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