The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast was a wound in the dark. Tallow candles burned low. Smoke hung in the rafters like a grey shroud. The Great Hall of Blackwood Abbey smelled of roasted mutton and stale sweat. Men laughed. The sound was a hammer strike on iron. It rang in the silence that followed. Elias sat at the far end of the table. He was twelve. His hands were still. His eyes were wide. He watched the shadows...

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