The Golden Visit
The winter had settled into the bones of the valley not as a season but as a verdict, a heavy, silent weight that pressed against the windows of the crumbling estate until the glass groaned under the sheer accumulation of cold and memory. Elara stood at the threshold, her breath visible in the freezing air, watching the last of the snowdrifts bury the road that led to the town she had fled...
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