The Golden Visit
The frost did not merely settle upon the cobblestones of the High Court; it seeped into the marrow of the stone itself, a cold so absolute it seemed to silence the very breath of the city. It was a winter that had lasted too long, a season of grey skies and white silence that had swallowed the color from the world. In the center of the vast, vaulted hall, where the light filtered through...
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