The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, cold mist that clung to the wool of my uniform and seeped into the bones. I stood at the edge of the tree line, the compass in my hand trembling not from the wind, but from the weight of the needle. It spun. Slowly. Then it stopped, pointing north. But north was wrong. I had been tracking the anomaly for three days. The signal was faint, a...

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