The Wistful Dinner

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Chapter One The air in the banquet hall tasted of iron and rot, a heavy, metallic tang that coated the back of Tigran Tsiklauri’s throat before the eyes even registered the sight of the long table. He stood rigid, his uniform stiff against his sweating skin, watching the King’s cup turn a deep, arterial red as the wine pooled in the bottom. The crowd of courtiers murmured, their faces pale and...

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