The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron bit crushed my jaw. Blood filled my mouth, hot and metallic. I did not taste it. I only felt the weight of the yoke, a chain of black links that had fused to my collarbone. We were moving fast. The village of Oakhaven lay ahead, a smudge of gray stone in the mist. My legs were not my own. They belonged to the beast. The beast was me. The crowd pressed against the fences. Faces blurred...

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