The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old rain. It hung heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and unwashed wool, a fog that clung to the skin like a second shirt. Elias Vane stood before the Great Mirror, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the gold draped over his shoulders. The cloak was exquisite. Woven from threads that seemed to drink the light, it...

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