The Golden Quest
The hall of the Count of Aldersgate was a cavern of stone and gold, where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted pheasant, beeswax, and the faint, cloying sweetness of lilies that bloomed in ceramic vases upon the high table, their petals unfurling in a slow, hypnotic dance that seemed to ignore the weight of the centuries pressing down upon the roof. Thomas Bradshaw, a man whose face was...
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