The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the leaded glass of the high windows, a sound that seemed to erode the very stone of the palace. I stood by the hearth, my hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt heavier with every passing hour. My name is Thomas, and I am the last of the Kingsguard, though the title means little now that the King is...

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