The Golden Visit
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the roads into rivers of mud and made the world outside my window feel like a place I was no longer meant to inhabit. I sat in the cramped office of the estate, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, cloying sweetness of decay, my hands trembling as I arranged the brittle, golden seeds of the...
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