The Golden Song
The feast was held in the great hall of the mill, a place where the air hung thick with the scent of roasted venison and the damp, metallic tang of old iron. It was a celebration of yield, a thanksgiving for the harvest that had filled the granaries and the coffers of the Alderman, a man whose name was spoken in the village with the same reverence and fear reserved for the weather. Thomas stood...
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