The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ash fell like snow, but it did not melt. It settled on the cobblestones of the Royal Mint’s courtyard, a grey powder that smelled of burnt iron and old secrets. I stood at the gate, my hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the silence that had followed my father for thirty years. I was an exile in my own city, a man who had left the hearth of his childhood only to find...

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