The Golden Visit
The feast in the Great Hall of Blackwood Keep was a cacophony of clashing steel and roaring fire, a symphony of excess that shook the very stones of the fortress. Torches burned with a ferocity that turned the faces of the lords into masks of molten copper, their eyes gleaming with a hunger that was not for the roasted boar and spiced wine, but for the blood that simmered beneath the surface of...
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