The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the capital into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslights in shivering, yellow halos. Silas Thorne stood at the bottom of the steps leading up to the Hall of Whispers, his uniform damp and heavy, the wool clinging to his frame like a second skin. He was a captain of the Royal Guard, a man whose spine was as rigid as...

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