The Golden Suspect
The feast in the great hall of the stone keep had been going on for three days, a relentless churn of roasted swan, honeyed figs, and wine that tasted of dark berries and old iron, until the very air seemed to thicken with the scent of spiced meat and the sweat of men who had forgotten, in their drunkenness, the weight of the world outside the heavy oak doors. Sir Aldous sat at the high table,...
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