The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron gate groaned, a sound like a dying animal dragged over gravel. Elias stood in the threshold of the Old Hall, the stone beneath his boots slick with condensation and the faint, coppery taste of blood that had not yet dried. He was a man composed of angles and shadow, a warden in a world that had forgotten the use of locks but remembered the hunger of keys. The air inside was thick,...

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