The Golden Suspect
The hall smells of roasted boar and old stone. You stand by the fire. Your hands are steady. Your brother, Thomas, sits at the head of the table. He is eating. He does not look at you. He eats the meat with a knife and fork. The sound is wet. It is the only sound in the room. You are a soldier. You are a brother. You are a ghost. The lord of the house, Sir Edward, raises his cup. "Drink," he...
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