The stables in this city weren't barns.
They were empires of entertainment and pride.
The moment you stepped in,
you saw a massive barroom, buzzing with energy—
crowds drinking, cheering, gambling.
The scent of ale, sweat, and adrenaline filled the air.
Behind the bar—
a vast open ground lit by torches and moonlight.
This was where the races happened.
Spectators lined the fences,
luxury seats arranged like a colosseum.
Food stalls, laughter, coin tosses—
this wasn't just a stable,
it was a festival of beasts and blood.
Only the elite stables had this grand setup.
Ordinary ones?
They were grim and silent—
a dark bar at the front,
and behind it, only stalls for horses.
No music. No races.
Just shadows... and secrets.
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