The Golden Visit
You bleed. It is a hot, copper taste. You taste it on your cracked lips. The iron in the air is thick. You are in the chapel of the Order of the Silver Thistle. The floor is cold stone. Your knees press into the moss that grows in the cracks. You are a Knight. You are also a father. The enemy is not a man. It is a sickness. It is a golden fever. It climbs up your legs. It eats the muscle in...
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