The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hall was thick with the scent of roasting pork and spilled wine, a heavy, cloying sweetness that clung to the skin like a second layer of grease. Torin sat at the foot of the long oak table, his hands folded neatly in his lap, though his fingers twitched with a rhythm that matched no song he knew. He was not a man, not in the way the other guests were men. He was a thing of shadow and...

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