The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

"Is the seal wet?" I looked down at the parchment in my lap. The wax was dark, a deep crimson that had dried to a hard, brittle shell. It was not wet. It had been dry for three hours, since the clerk in the Ministry of Justice had pressed it with a thud that felt final, absolute. I am Elara. I am thirty-two. I am sitting in a compartment of the Royal Express, the wheels clacking a steady,...

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