The Golden Downtown
The golden chalice sat in the center of the oak table, its surface catching the firelight until it seemed to bleed into the dark wood. I am Elias Thorne, High Warden of the Citadel, and for twenty years I have kept the peace of this borderland, yet tonight my hand trembled as I reached for the cup. The King, flushed with wine and the weight of his own power, watched me with eyes that held no...
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