The Golden Crossing

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The feast of the Duke of Normandy was a riot of tallow and wine, a suffocating heat that pressed against Thomas Bradshaw’s temples. He sat at the high table, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes straining against the gloom. He wanted his pension, a sum of forty marks that would secure his retirement in a quiet village away from the stench of the court. To get it, he had to prove...

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