The Golden Circuit

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The feast hall smelled of roasted venison and stale wine, a thick, cloying aroma that seemed to settle in the back of my throat like a stone. I sat at the long oak table, my armor polished to a mirror shine, yet I could feel the dampness of my own fear seeping through the mail of my gorget. Around me, the courtiers laughed, their voices bright and brittle as ice cracking on a winter pond, while...

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