The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The chain was cold. It bit into my shoulder like a snake. I held my head low. The floor was wet stone. It smelled of rust and old blood. I was the King’s Sword. I was his shadow. I was also his prisoner. My name is Thomas. I was the best. I knew every cut. I knew every guard. I had bled for the Crown for thirty years. Now I knelt in the dark. The guards watched. They did not speak. They did not...

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