The Golden Song
The hall smelled of roasted lamb and old stone. Candles dripped like slow tears onto the marble floor, their light trembling against the high, vaulted ceiling. It was the Feast of Saint Jude, the night the King’s court gathered to celebrate the end of the winter famine. Banners of crimson silk hung from the rafters, heavy with the weight of gold thread and royal decree. Everyone was laughing....
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