The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron gate shuddered. Thomas stood in the mud. Rain slicked his uniform. It was a grey wool, damp and heavy. He smelled of wet dog and rust. The city rose behind the walls, a jagged teeth of brick and soot. Steam hissed from the vents. The air tasted of coal. He was a gatekeeper. He had been for ten years. His back was bent. His hands were rough. He waited. The gate was his world. It was a...

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