The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The stone of the Spire did not merely crack; it wept, a slow, viscous exudation of black ichor that smelled of old copper and regret, and I, Elias Thorne, warden of the Obsidian Spire for twelve years, felt the weight of my brother’s death settle onto my shoulders like a physical yoke, heavier than the granite blocks that surrounded us, heavier than the silence that had held my marriage to...

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