The Golden Visit

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2026-08-19 03:13:16 -

The Golden Visit

The rain had stopped. The mud was deep. I wiped the blood from my left eye. It was thick. It was warm. I looked at the object in my hand. It was a branch. No. A wand. No. It was just wood. Oak. Dry. Brittle. I had picked it up three days ago. It had fallen from the great tree in the center of the square. I did not know why I kept it. My hands were shaking. My armor was heavy. The leather was...

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