The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain falls on the cobblestones of Aethelgard. It is a gray, relentless sheet. You stand in the center of the square. The air smells of wet stone and ozone. You are the Warden. Your title is heavy. It sits on your shoulders like a mantle of lead. You are here to find the thief. The city is silent. The windows are dark. Only the streetlamps burn. They flicker in the wind. You hold the Lens....

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