The Wistful Show
The hall of the High Keep was filled with a heat that was not merely of the fire, but of the breath of three hundred souls who had gathered to witness the judgment of the wandering sage, Elara Vance. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar, stale ale, and the cloying sweetness of honeyed apples that had been left too long in the dark, a scent that clung to the velvet draperies and the...
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