The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The feast in Lord Aldric’s cellar smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine, a thick, cloying perfume that seemed to coat the back of Thomas’s throat. He stood near the stone wall, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against the rough-hewn table, his eyes fixed on Elara across the room. She was laughing, her head thrown back, a strand of dark hair escaping its braid to catch the flickering...

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