The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hall smelled of roasted pork and old dust. It was a smell that coated the back of the throat. Wren stood by the pillar. She was small. Her hands were cold. The firelight flickered. It painted the faces of the elders. They looked like stone. They looked like carved wood. Wren watched the steam rise from the tureen. It curled. It vanished. Thomas sat at the head of the table. He was the King...

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