The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The first blow broke the silence of the court, not with a sound of bone, but with the sharp, wet tear of silk. I stood in the center of the throne room, the air thick with the scent of burning myrrh and old blood, my hands trembling as I looked down at my own uniform. The ceremonial tunic, once a blinding white, was now stained a deep, arterial red across the chest. It was not my blood. It was...

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