The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron clank was sharp. It cut through the fog. Thomas stood in the corridor. His boots were wet. The water was black. It smelled of rust and old blood. He did not wipe it. He let it drip. The King was dead. The news had come an hour ago. A rider, mud-caked and screaming. The court was in chaos. Or so they said. The court was always in chaos. But this time, the silence was different. It was...

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