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Ronnie’s POV
The dining hall stretched before me like a battlefield.
Long tables gleamed with polished silver and plates piled high with roasted meats, fruits, and breads I’d only seen in markets but never touched. Torches lined the walls, their flames dancing, throwing shadows that made the stone...
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