The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The second year of your exile is a grey, grinding thing, measured not in days but in the slow decay of Thomas’s lungs. You are thirty-four, and your hands, once steady enough to suture a wound or steady a pulse, now tremble with a fatigue that sleep cannot cure. Your brother lies in the Iron Ward, a place of stone and rust where the air tastes of old blood, and he is dying. The only thing...

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