The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The gate was open. It should have been closed. Iron teeth, biting the earth. But they lay scattered like broken bones. Thomas stood at the threshold. His hand was on the hilt. The leather was worn smooth by years of sweat. He did not draw the sword. Not yet. The air smelled of rain and old blood. Inside, the hall was dark. A single lantern hung from a beam. It swayed. The light was weak. It...

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