The Golden Ritual
The feast of the High Watch was a thing of gold and ash, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted boar and the sweet, cloying perfume of night-blooming jasmine that climbed the stone walls of the citadel, a fragrant strangler vine that whispered secrets to anyone who paused long enough to listen, for the walls themselves were not merely stone but the calcified bones of ancient kings...
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