The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog rolls in thick as wool, swallowing the cobblestones of Harrowgate. You are the Inquisitor. You walk the perimeter. The town sleeps under a blanket of damp silence. Only the sound of your boots breaks the air. You hold the lantern. Its flame is steady. It burns with a strange, golden hue. It is not oil. It is not tallow. It is something else. You do not question it. You only tend it. You...

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