The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the Hall of Mirrors did not smell of lavender or old paper, as the court historians would later claim in their sanitized accounts, but of ozone, wet wool, and the metallic tang of blood that had not yet dried, a scent that clung to the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat like a physical weight, choking him even as he stood pinned against the cold, polished marble floor, his left...

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