The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in the barracks of Fort St. James did not wash; it merely accumulated, pooling in the cracks of the stone floor until the air smelled of wet wool and the copper tang of old blood. You stand in the center of the room, your hand resting on the cold iron of your service pistol, the weight of it a familiar anchor in a sea of sudden, terrifying uncertainty. The sergeant is bound to the...

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