The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The blade of my sword, a thing of steel and memory that had served me for thirty years, trembled in my hand as the Chancellor’s voice echoed off the cold stone of the throne room, declaring my service ended not for cowardice or treason, but for the soft, humiliating excuse of frailty. I stood rigid in my armor, the metal biting into my shoulders, while the courtiers shifted uncomfortably, their...

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