The Golden Cellar
The air in the banquet hall of the Old Stone Hall was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, aged wine, and the heavy, cloying perfume of lilies that lined the long, creaking tables, a fragrant suffocation that pressed against your lungs as you stood at the head of the room, your uniform crisp and white against the shadowed gloom, while the guests, men and women of considerable standing in...
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