The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall of Duke Aldric’s castle smelled of roasted swan and old sweat. Elias stood at the periphery, his fingers stained with sulfur and saffron, watching the courtiers drink. The air was thick with the heat of a hundred torches and the low, buzzing hum of gossip that had no beginning and no end. He was thirty years old, a man whose face had begun to look older than his years, his skin...

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