The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall. It hovered. I stood at the edge of the grey water. The mist was thick, a physical weight against my lungs. I breathed it in. It tasted of iron and old stone. I was not a man of the land. I was a man of the law. But the law had no reach here. Not in the Hollow. Not in the time before the clocks were invented. My name is Elias Thorne. I wore the grey coat of the Warden. The...

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