The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mist did not fall upon the valley; it rose from it, a thick, grey wool that swallowed the stones and the silence alike. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the chasm, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not tasted blood in a decade, only the rain. He was a man carved from the same granite as the cliffs that overlooked the monastery, his face a map of old lines and newer...

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