The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream did not begin with darkness, but with the smell of wet stone and burning sage. Edward Ashworth woke, or thought he woke, in a room that was not his own. The air was thick, suspended in a gray twilight that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. He was kneeling on a floor of cold slate, his hands bound by ropes that felt less like fiber and more like living vines, pulsing faintly...

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