The Golden Visit
The order was three lines long, typed on carbon paper that smelled of dust and old ink. Elias Thorne read it twice, the weight of the sheet negligible against the gravity of the words. He was to escort M. Kael, a local healer, to the ridge for execution. The charge was treason. The deadline was dawn. Thorne set the paper down on the metal desk of his temporary office, the wood grain scratched...
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