The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron gate groaned. It was a low sound, like a dying animal. Thomas stood before it. His hands were shaking. He held a lantern. The flame was small. It trembled in the wind. He was not a soldier anymore. He had been one for twenty years. Now he was just a man in a grey coat. The coat was wet. The rain had not stopped for three days. The city of Aldenbury was silent. The streets were empty....

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