The Golden Visit

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2026-08-17 14:59:38 -

The Golden Visit

The fire roared. It ate the oak logs with a wet, greedy sound. I sat by the hearth. My knees were drawn up. The stone floor was cold. The air smelled of smoke and wet wool. Edward sat across from me. He was smiling. It was a sharp smile. "Good wine," he said. He poured a cup. The liquid was dark. It swirled in the clay bowl. I drank. It burned. The hall was full. Men and women. They laughed....

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