The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain hit the cobblestones. It was a cold, gray rain. It smelled of iron and wet stone. Thomas stood at the window. He watched the street. He wore his armor. It was old. The metal was pitted. It had seen many winters. He was a captain. He was a man of duty. He was a man of silence. He turned away. The room was dark. A single candle burned. It flickered. It threw long shadows. Thomas sat on...

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