The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The hall smelled of roasted boar and stale ale, a thick, cloying sweetness that clung to the back of the throat. It was a feast for the garrison, a celebration of the harvest that the Crown had declared a success, though the fields outside the city walls lay brown and brittle under a sky the color of bruised iron. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the high table, his plate untouched, the silver fork...

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