The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The feast was a lie, a gilded mask over the rotting teeth of your debt. You sat at the head of the long oak table in the main hall of the Oakhaven estate, surrounded by the Guild’s minor officials and local merchants, all of them smiling with the vacant, practiced ease of men who knew you were about to be ruined. The air was thick with the scent of roasted boar and stale wine, but your eyes...

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