The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The goblet was empty. "Drink," the King commanded. Sir Aldric did not move. His hand rested on the table, fingers curled around the stem of the gold vessel. The wine inside was dark, a deep red that looked like dried blood in the candlelight. The King’s voice was a rasp, a dry leaf skittering over stone. He coughed again. It was a wet, tearing sound that silenced the hall. The courtiers froze,...

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