The Golden Visit

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2026-08-21 20:17:29 -

The Golden Visit

The door opened onto a silence that smelled of wet stone and old blood. I stood in the antechamber of the King, my hands trembling so violently I could not steady the cup of water I held. The water was clear, but my reflection in it was broken, a mosaic of shards that did not fit together. I looked at the reflection and did not recognize the eyes. They were hollowed out, scraped clean of the...

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