The Golden Visit
The parchment was heavy, weighted by the seal of the Crown, and you held it with a hand that had spent the last six hours polishing the hinge of your own gauntlet until the metal wore thin as paper. The Midsummer Feast was in full swing, the long tables groaning under the weight of roasted boar and salted fish, but the air in the throne room had turned thick, cloying with the scent of ozone and...
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