The Wistful Crossroads
The feast had been going on for three days and three nights in the hollow of the valley where the river bent sharply to the north, and the air was so thick with the scent of roasting lamb and fermenting honey that it felt less like atmosphere and more like a tangible substance that coated the tongue and settled in the lungs with a heavy, sweet persistence that made it difficult to breathe...
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