The Golden Cellar

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The Golden Cellar

The banquet hall smelled of roasted swan and old blood. We ate. We drank. The goblets were silver, heavy as hammers. I held mine with a steady hand. My name is Edward. I am a soldier. Or I was. The title matters less now. The title is a cage. The cage is gold. The King sat at the high table. He did not eat. He watched. His eyes were wet and bright, like a dog’s in the rain. He liked us. We were...

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