The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The gate did not have a lock. It never did. It was a boundary, not a barrier. We called it the Line. It ran through the center of the old estate, a strip of dead grass no wider than a man’s outstretched arms. On one side, the orchards bloomed in white and pink, the air sweet with rotting fruit and new life. On the other, the grey stone of the keep, silent and cold. I stood on the living side. I...

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