The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey curtain, thick as wool, wrapped the valley in silence. Thomas stood at the edge of the stone bridge. His boots were wet. The leather creaked. He did not move. He watched the mist. It curled around the arches like a living thing. "Is it time, Sir?" The voice was young. Fearful. Thomas turned. Kael stood behind him. The boy held a sword that looked too heavy...

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