The Golden Circuit

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2026-08-21 15:34:09 -

The feast had begun. It had been going on for three days, perhaps four. Time had lost its linear grip in the manor house, stretching thin over the candlelight like taffy. Margaret Holloway sat at the long oak table, her hands folded in her lap. She wore the grey wool dress that the steward had insisted upon, a garment of modest cut and heavy texture. It was not a gown for a queen, nor even for...

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