The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

I left the gate at dawn. The mist clung to my feet. Cold. Wet. I walked. The road was black. Mud. Stones. I did not look back. My name is Elias. Or so they said. I do not know. I was not human. Not entirely. I was the shadow in the wall. The whisper in the draft. A thing of air and old bone. I served the Lord of the Hill. I served for centuries. Time is a pool. I swim. I tread. I wait. My...

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