The Golden Circuit
The table groaned under the weight of roasted boar and silver platters, the air thick with the cloying scent of rosewater and sweat. I watched King Aldric raise his goblet, the candlelight catching the veins in his neck, and my hands trembled so violently I could barely steady the golden mirror resting on my lap. It was a perfect circle of polished gold, ten years of my life fused into its...
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