The Golden Maze
The banquet hall of Alderbury Castle smelled of roasted pheasant, stale wine, and the metallic tang of fear. We were gathered there, the artisans and merchants of the valley, to celebrate the king’s return from the borderlands, a triumph they called, though the silence in the room was heavy enough to crush a man’s lungs. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my fingers trembling slightly...
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