The Golden Circuit
The gold ring sat in the palm of Tomas’s hand, warm against the winter chill of the feast hall, its surface humming with a low, persistent vibration that he felt in his teeth. It was the year of our Lord 1423, and the Feast of the Golden Circuit had begun, a spectacle of light and music that turned the Doge’s palace into a labyrinth of silk and candlelight, where the air smelled of roasted meat...
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