The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dampness in the cell did not smell of rot, as one might expect in a dungeon beneath the Keep of Saint Aldric, but of old iron and wet wool, a scent that clung to the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat like a physical weight. He sat on the stone floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, and in his hands he held the golden circlet, the object that had been stolen from the High Inquisitor’s...

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