The Golden Suspect
The parchment lay flat upon the oak table, its edges yellowed and brittle as dried skin, bearing the seal of Lord Valerius in red wax that had cracked slightly in the cold. Sir Aldric of the Household Guard read the terms for the third time, his eyes tracing the ink that promised the deed to the northern estate, a sum sufficient to clear the debts his brother had incurred in the taverns of...
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