The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast hall of Blackwood Keep smelled of roasted venison, stale ale, and the metallic tang of old blood. It was a smell that had permeated the very stones of the fortress, settling into the grain of the oak tables and the rough-hewn flagstones beneath their boots. Sir Thomas Bradshaw sat at the far end of the long table, his armor polished to a mirror sheen that reflected the flickering...

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