The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You are standing in the doorway of the old watchtower, the one that perches like a rusted sentinel on the cliff’s edge, and the wind is not merely blowing but breathing into your lungs, a cold, ancient exhalation that tastes of salt and iron and the slow, inevitable decay of stone. The walls around you are thick, layered with the dust of centuries, and you can feel them humming with a vibration...

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