Thunder at the Gate

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I completely cleaned my plate, leaving not a single crumb behind. Leaning back in the wooden chair, I let out a deeply contented sigh, feeling the rich food instantly beginning to restore a fraction of my depleted energy. "I don't know if it's just because I barely ate anything in a week, but that was the best trout I have ever had," I said, a genuine smile breaking across my face. I looked over at the head cook, who was standing nearby with a proud, humble grin. I gestured playfully toward Colt with my fork. "I might have to steal you away from him. How much does he pay you?" Colt let out a loud, booming laugh, tossing his head back. "Please don't take my favorite cook, Your Highness! I'd never hear the end of it from the rest of the pack." The cook chuckled warmly, stepping forward to

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