The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, resonant thrumming that vibrated in the marrow of my bones before it reached my ears. I stood in the center of the great hall of Blackwood Manor, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and ozone, while the walls themselves seemed to breathe, expanding and contracting with a rhythm that had no business existing in a structure of...

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