The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hall was full. The air tasted of beeswax and old sweat. Lanterns burned low. Shadows stretched long. The floorboards groaned under the weight of boots. Captain Elias Thorne stood apart. He held a glass of amber liquid. It trembled in his hand. A single drop fell. It hit the stone. It vanished. He watched the dancers. They moved like smoke. They moved like water. They did not see him. Or...

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