The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You hold the chain in your hands. It is cold. It is heavy. The metal bites into your palms, leaving white marks that will fade by morning. You are a warden. You are a servant of the law. The law is a stone wall. You are the mortar. The room smells of damp wool and old bread. Rain taps against the high window. It is a small town. The walls are thick. The world outside is gray and wet. Your...

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