The Golden Downtown
The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and old stone, a thick, cloying aroma that seemed to settle in the back of my throat, blocking the air I tried to draw in. We were gathered in the great hall of the castle, the torchlight flickering against the high, vaulted ceilings, casting long, trembling shadows that danced across the faces of the lords and ladies. It was a night of feasting, of wine...
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