The Wistful Ashes

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The Wistful Ashes

You stand in the center of the Great Hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted venison and stale beer. It is a feast for the eyes, this industrial cathedral of glass and iron, but your stomach turns. You are a baker in a world that no longer tastes of bread. You are a craftsman of the old ways, a relic kept in a gilded cage by men who speak of efficiency while their souls starve. The crowd...

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