The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud on the road to Lord Vane’s estate had turned to a thick, sucking slurry that threatened to swallow my boots whole. I was thirty years old, a royal scribe of modest rank, and I was leaving the capital to retrieve a single object: my wife’s gold-threaded cloak. It was the only thing that still held the scent of her, a faint trace of lavender...

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