The Golden Visit
The carriage wheels grind against the cobblestones of the Highgate district, a rhythmic, metallic shriek that vibrates through the soles of your boots and settles deep in your marrow, a sound that has become as familiar to you as the beating of your own heart. You are not a soldier, nor a general, nor a man of war in any traditional sense, but you carry the weight of the conflict in the heavy,...
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