The Golden Crossing

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted boar and stale beer, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the wool of my tunic. I sat on the edge of the bench, my back stiff, watching the light filter through the high arched windows. It was the feast of the harvest, or perhaps the winter solstice; in the Castle of Aethelgard, time moved like a slow, grinding wheel, indifferent to the seasons. Lord...

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