The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The parchment was heavy, its edges curling in the damp air of the courtyard. Sir Aldric held it by one corner, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and vinegar. It was a warrant of arrest, or perhaps a pardon, the distinction blurred by the haste of the scribe’s hand. He did not read the words. He did not need to. The weight of the paper in his palm was enough to tell him the shape of his life...

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