The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The door locked. Click. Final. I was in the tower. Stone walls. Cold. The air smelled of damp and old blood. Or maybe it was just rust. I did not look back. I could not. To look back was to break the oath. The oath of the Watch. We were the keepers of the Gate. Or so the history books claimed. So the High Lord claimed. My name is Thomas. I am a soldier. I am old. My knees ache when I stand. My...

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