The Faded River
The banquet hall is a cavern of gold and shadow, where the air hangs thick with the scent of roasted lamb, beeswax, and the cloying sweetness of overripe pears that have begun to ferment in their silver bowls. You sit at the head of the long oak table, your spine rigid against the carved high-back chair, your hands folded tightly in your lap as if holding down a beast that wishes to lunge from...
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