The Golden Visit
The rain fell in silver sheets. It washed the mud from the road. It washed the blood from the armor. It washed the world into a grey blur. Aldric stood at the gate. He wore steel. He wore silence. He was a man of the King’s Watch. He was a man of duty. He was a man of stone. Behind him, the camp was quiet. The fires had died. The horses slept. The air smelled of wet wool and iron. It smelled of...
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