The Golden Downtown

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The crystal chandeliers of the Guild Hall did not sparkle so much as they wept, casting a fractured, amber light over the banquet table where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the cloying, medicinal sweetness of the town’s sacred tincture. I stood at the periphery of the feast, my wine untouched, watching the High Steward, Lord Ashworth, raise his goblet to the assembled...

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