The Golden Song
The feast had lasted for three days, a relentless torrent of roasted goose, spiced wine, and loud laughter that bounced off the high vaulted ceilings of the manor house, a celebration that seemed to demand the very air of the room to participate in its excess. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long table, his hands folded neatly on the polished oak, watching the candlelight flicker...
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