The Golden Visit
The rain hits the stone roof like a drum. You are sitting in the high tower. The wind is cold. You feel it in your bones. You are old. Your hands are steady. They have always been steady. That is what they say about you. The King’s whisper. The man who hears the secrets of the dead. You are not a wizard. You are a listener. That is all. The door opens. You do not look up. You know who it is....
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