The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The seal was gold. Pressed into wax. Heavy. Cold. I held it in my palm. The metal bit in. It felt like a tooth. Broken. Cracked. My name was Elias Thorne. Captain. First Regiment. We stood before the gate. The iron was black. Rusted. Thick as a man’s arm. Behind it, the palace. Stone. Grey. Silent. Industrial smoke hung low. A yellow shroud. It choked the sky. The city slept. Or died. I did not...

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