The Golden Myth
The banquet hall is a cathedral of smoke and gold, where the air hangs heavy with the scent of roasted boar, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of old blood, and you stand at the far end of the long table, your sword resting against your knee like a faithful dog, watching the candles flicker in the drafts that seep through the stone walls, knowing that the night will not be the end of the...
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