The Golden Visit
The storm broke the windows before the men arrived. Rain lashed the stone walls of the Keep, a grey curtain against which the flickering torchlight stuttered like a dying heartbeat. Inside the great hall, silence held its breath. It was a heavy, wet silence, the kind that precedes a verdict. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the hearth. He did not look at the fire. He looked at his hands. They were...
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