The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron of the anvil sings a low, mournful note that vibrates in your teeth, a frequency only the damned can hear. You stand before the great hearth, the heat a physical weight pressing against your chest, while the air in the smithy tastes of sulfur and old blood. Outside, the rain lashes the windows of the manor house, a relentless drumming that mimics the hammering of your own pulse. You...

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