The Golden Visit
The wax was still soft, yellow as a bruise, and it held the impression of a lion that had never roared in Thomas’s life. He pressed his thumb into the center of the seal, feeling the heat of the candle flame that had melted it, and watched the metal die under the pressure of his skin. It was a small thing, a piece of land grant intended for Sir Ewan, a man who had bled for the King in a war...
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