The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hall smelled of roast boar and wet wool. It was the kind of smell that sat heavy on the tongue, a thick, metallic sweetness that coated the back of the throat. We were many. More than I could count. They filled the great stone chamber, their voices a low, rolling thunder that shook the dust from the rafters. I stood by the hearth. The fire was high. It ate the logs and spat sparks into the...

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