The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron cauldron sat in the center of the great hall, its belly swollen with a dark, viscous broth that steamed with the scent of boiled pork and burnt honey, a smell that clung to the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like a fine, choking dust, and I stood before it in my full ceremonial armor, the steel plates cold against my skin despite the roaring hearth that painted the stone...

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