The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream begins not with light, but with the weight of a seal pressed into wax that does not harden. I am in the great hall of the Ashworth estate, a place of stone and shadow where the air tastes of iron and old dust. It is a court of ghosts, a palace built on the bones of my own history. I am not the girl I was when I first arrived here, trembling with the fear of a new world. I am the...

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