The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mud in the royal stables was not merely wet; it was a thick, sucking slurry of horse dung and rain that clung to my boots with a tenacity that felt almost personal, a physical manifestation of the grime I was expected to scrub from the King’s new gold-threaded cloak. I was twelve years old, my knuckles white and split from the effort of working the stiff brush against the fabric, and the...

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