The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mist clung to the moors like a burial shroud, thick and wet against my face as I pressed forward toward the ruins of St. Jude’s. I was thirty-two, a scholar of folklore who had spent a decade in dusty archives, and now I carried the weight of my sister Clara’s failing breath in every step. Her fever burned with a supernatural chill, a cold that seeped into her bones and turned her skin to...

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