In mid-October, the weather in St. Miron, the capital of Feysac, was already quite cold, but in the Almere Palace, which looked like a palace of giants, it was as warm as spring.

In the banquet hall, a huge crystal chandelier hangs from the dome, flickering countless candle lights, illuminating the entire venue like daytime.

In one corner, band members wearing vests and bow ties played cheerful melodies, and on the other side were long tables with grilled chicken, pan-fried foie gras,

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