The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast was loud. Candles burned low in the iron sconces, dripping wax like frozen tears onto the oak tables. I sat in the corner, my hands tucked into the sleeves of my tunic. I was ten. I felt small. The air smelled of roasted lamb and stale wine. I watched them. The elders. The lords. They ate with their hands. They laughed with their throats. I did not laugh. I watched the mirror on the...

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