The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The soup was thick, a bruised purple sludge that bubbled in the heavy ceramic pot with a sound like wet gravel shifting. Elias sat at the head of the table, his uniform pressed and stiff, the brass buttons catching the dim light of the chandelier that hung above, dripping dust onto the linen. He was a man of procedure, of containment, of the precise application of force to resolve chaos. But...

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