The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-17 23:02:50 -

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old stone, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the lungs like dust. Sir Aldric sat at the high table, his hands resting on the rough-hewn oak, knuckles white, his gaze fixed on the candlelight that trembled against the distant wall. Across from him, the King, a man whose face had smoothed into a mask of benevolent indifference, raised...

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