The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream comes again. You are holding a golden apple. It is heavy, cold, and perfect. You bite into it. The flesh is not sweet. It is ash. It is the taste of burnt bone and old dust. You wake with your jaw clenched, the phantom grit still on your tongue. The stone walls of the fortress breathe in the dark. You are Thomas Bradshaw, warden of the north keep. You are thirty-four years old. Your...

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