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... f the Hobgoblin Royal Palace

A grand feast was spread across the long, polished table, where plates stacked high with roasted meats, goblets overflowing with wine, and golden trays of exotic fruits lay untouched. Despite the abundance of food, the room carried a filthy stench, both from the hobgoblins gathered and the disgusting atmosphere they exuded.

At the head of the table, the Hob ...

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