The Golden Farce
The long table in Lord Malory’s great hall was laden with roasted boar, geese, and wheels of cheese that smelled of salt and age, but Elias saw only the small, sealed vial resting on the silver platter at the head of the table, its golden contents catching the firelight like a trapped sun. He was a man of forty years, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and hunger, his hands rough as...
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