The Golden Visit
The fire in the hearth crackles, a dry, skeletal sound that echoes the hollowness in your chest. You stand in the center of the great hall, your dress stiff with the weight of the feast, the gold thread catching the light like trapped fireflies. The air smells of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the ancient, dusty scent of the stone walls themselves. This is the Holloway estate, a place where...
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