The Golden Visit
The rain hit the cobblestones like a drumroll for the dead. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the courtyard. His armor was cold. It ate into his skin. The iron was heavy. It was old iron. It had served the Crown for three generations. It was rusted at the seams. It was cracked at the joints. He looked at the gate. The gates were closed. King Alistair sat on the throne. The throne was gold. The gold...
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