The vast stone-and-bone pavilion at the center of the Veykar's Wheel. Half sunken into rock, lined with fire pits and smoke channels. It transformed raw slaughter into the illusion of civilization. The hierarchy of food reflected the hierarchy of power—scraps for soldiers, better cuts for officers, sculpted masterpieces for the Veykar. Where the girl rose from pit worker to master cook.
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No stories reference this entity yet. This part of the world awaits its chronicler.