The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mud of the siege lines at Acre had a consistency that defied natural law, a thick, sucking paste that seemed to possess a malevolent intelligence, pulling at my boots with every step I took in the trench. I was forty-two years old, Sir Aldric of the House of Ashworth, and I had not slept in three days, for the Golden Lark had appeared to me again, perched upon the splintered wood of the...

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