The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron bit tasted of blood and rust. I held the reins tight, my knuckles white against the leather, while the stallion beneath me screamed in a frequency that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. Around us, the fog of the valley was thick as wool, swallowing the torchlight of the pursuing men. I was not a soldier, not truly. I was a warden, a keeper of the perimeter, a man who wore the grey wool of...

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