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A Light Touch

Feeling their way through the stone cobbled corridor, hallway after hallway, there was only darkness and the monk’s warning echoing in their ears. But there in the distance, finally, was the flicker of a candle, and a skeletal hand reaching out to quench its flame.

This soft, Belgian-inspired golden ale whispers notes of forbidden melon and honey gathered on the edge of a mist filled forest.