The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast was a lie. It sat in the center of the long oak table, gleaming under the tallow lights, a mountain of golden fruit and honeyed bread that smelled of summer and death. It was not real. It was a trick of the light, a conjuration of the air. The room was cold. The wind howled outside like a beast in pain. Silas stood at the head of the table. He was a man of wood and iron, a carver of...

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