The Golden Master
The feast was held in the Great Hall of the Abbey, a cavernous space where the smell of roasted pork and spilled ale mingled with the damp, ancient stone. It was the midwinter solstice, and the air outside was sharp enough to cut, but inside, the hearth fires roared with a hunger that seemed to match the men who sat at the long tables. They were the keepers of the city, the wardens of the...
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