The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain on the cobblestones of Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a grey, suffocating veil that turned the afternoon light into a bruised and stagnant pool, and you stood at the center of the market square with your sword unsheathed and your breath coming in ragged, wet gasps that tasted of iron and old stone. You were the city’s last warden, a man whose name had been worn smooth by...

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