The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The road is mud. It is deep. It smells of rot and rain. You walk. Your boots are heavy. They are wet. You carry a satchel. It is leather. It is stiff. Inside, there is a map. The map is old. The ink is faded. You know the way. You have walked it before. Not with these feet. Not with this life. You are a tailor. You are also a spy. Or so you tell yourself. You cut cloth for the Count. You steal...

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