The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

"The bellows cough. Do you hear it, Master Aldric?" I did not look up from the quill. The ink was black as a bruise. It was thick in the room. Smelled of damp stone and old sweat. "Hush, Thomas," I said. My voice was thin. A dry leaf scraping stone. Thomas was a boy of twelve. He held the heavy iron lever. His knuckles were white. He pulled. The air hissed in. A sharp, metallic taste filled my...

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