The Golden Visit
The ink had dried on the parchment before Elias realized that the seal was not gold, but the color of dried blood, a crimson so deep it seemed to absorb the light rather than reflect it, and in that moment the air in the room grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, as if the document itself was exhaling a curse that had been waiting for centuries to find a worthy vessel, a...
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