The Golden Visit
The bell in the infirmary tower does not ring for the dead. It rings for the sick, for those who are still tethered to the earth by the thin, fragile thread of breath. You are standing at the bottom of the spiral stairs, your boots heavy with the mud of the outer yard, watching the brass handle of the heavy oak door tremble. You have come to see Thomas. He is your father. He is also the Warden...
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