The Golden Downtown

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The feast was a grotesque parody of plenty, a riotous explosion of roasted swans and honeyed figs that seemed to pulse with a life of its own in the cavernous hall of the King’s winter palace, where the air was thick with the scent of burning tallow and the metallic tang of old blood, and you sat there, not as a guest but as a monument to your own ruin, your hands trembling so violently that...

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