The Golden Visit

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2026-08-20 05:59:06 -

The Golden Visit

The mud sucked at my boots like a hungry mouth. Rain hammered the thatch roof of the watchtower. It was cold. The kind of cold that bites the bone. I held my pike low. The tip was wet. Dark. Below, in the square, they danced. Not a joyous dance. A twisting one. The villagers spun in circles. Their faces were pale. Their eyes were wide and white. No pupils. Just light. They chanted. The words...

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