The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The candle in the silver holder had burned low, its wick sputtering with a faint, oily smoke that curled into the stagnant air of the guardroom like a ghost trying to speak, and I sat there in the heavy silence, my hands wrapped around the cold brass of my sidearm, feeling the weight of the oath I had sworn not as a burden but as a physical anchor tethering me to a reality that was rapidly...

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