The Golden Circuit
The letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was sealed with black wax. The seal bore the crest of the King. It was a lion. The lion held a sword. The sword was raised. Thomas held the paper. His hand shook. The parchment was thin. It felt cold. He had been a soldier for ten years. He had marched through the mud. He had bled on the stones of the border. His body was a map of scars. He was tired. He...
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