The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The door to the tower room was heavy. It was oak. It smelled of damp stone and old wax. Elias stood before it. His hand trembled. He was the Keeper of the Gate. He had held the Key for forty years. The Key was gold. It was warm to the touch. It pulsed like a heart. He looked at the door. He did not open it. He turned away. He walked down the spiral stairs. The stone was cold under his boots....

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