The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ink had not yet dried on the ledger, and the smell of wet oak gall was sharp in the air, cutting through the stale, yeasty scent of the tavern where Old Silas sat hunched over his writing desk, his fingers stained black to the knuckle, a permanent mark of his trade as the town’s sole scribe and keeper of the local chronicles. He was a man of few words, his face a map of deep furrows carved...

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