The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in the Hollow didn’t fall; it hovered, a thick, gray mist that smelled of wet iron and old rot. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his cot, the leather of his boots stiff with cold. He was not thinking about the war. He was thinking about the jar. It sat on the small wooden table beside his pillow, a squat vessel of amber glass, sealed with wax that had cracked in the heat of the...

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