The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ink spread in a black web across the page, swallowing the date, the time, and the signature. Your hand trembled, a violent, rhythmic shudder that you could not stop. You were Elias, thirty-four, and you had three days left until your pension vested. The watchtower was a stone throat, narrow and dry, smelling of damp wool and old sweat. You pressed the quill harder, trying to force the...

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