The Golden Downtown

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The great hall of Aethelgard did not smell of wine or roasted meat, despite the abundance of both piled upon tables that stretched into the dim, vaulted distance. It smelled of iron, old sweat, and the cloying, cloying sweetness of rot that clung to the high tapestries. Seraphina stood at the edge of the feast, her hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a...

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