Ch12
The evening air that settled over Lanternlight carried the heavy, cloying scent of woodsmoke, cheap whiskey, and the sharp, metallic tang of horse sweat that had baked into the boardwalks all day. The Lemon Saloon was in full, raucous swing, the out-of-tune piano hammering out a frantic, discordant melody that barely cut through the roar of drunken laughter and the clinking of glasses. The massive crystal chandeliers cast fractured, golden light across the patterned tiles, i