The Golden Myth
Constable Aldric, your presence is required. The summons came from the high table, where King Edward sat flanked by his knights and the new heir, a boy of twelve whose face was still soft with milk and promise. I stood in the shadow of the great oak beams, the air thick with the smell of roasted swan and spiced wine, and felt the familiar, creeping cold settle into the joints of my left hand....
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