The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain fell in sheets of iron, cold enough to sting the exposed skin of the neck, as Commander Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the moor, his breath pluming in the twilight air. He was a man built for duty, his shoulders broad and set with a permanence that spoke of decades spent carrying weight, physical and otherwise. In his hand, he gripped the hilt of his sword, the leather wrap worn...

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