The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Elias, the Inquisitor’s voice cut through the damp air of the gatehouse, sharp and cold as a blade dragged across stone. You stood there, your armor heavy with the sweat of a shift that had lasted too long, watching your brother Thomas being led away. Thomas was twenty-four, thin as a reed, his hands bound with rope that smelled of tar and old blood. He looked at you once, his eyes wide and...

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