The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron door of the oubliette groaned against the stone as you hauled it open, the sound like a dying animal screaming in the dark. You were not a man of leisure, nor a lord, but a jailer of the lowest rank, a creature of duty and rust, and the air that hit your face was thick with the scent of wet moss and old blood. In your hand, you held the only thing that had ever brought you comfort in...

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