The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall smelled of damp wool and roasted duck, the air thick with the sweat of three hundred men who had not bathed in weeks. They sat on long trestle tables, their plates tin and chipped, their laughter a jagged thing that scraped against the stone walls of the old abbey. It was a feast, or so the commandant insisted, a reward for the clearing of the northern ridge. But the food...

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