The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The summons came at dawn, sharp and final. "Elias," the bailiff’s voice cracked through the thin walls of the scribe’s dormitory. "The Minister requires your presence. Immediately." You did not sleep. You sat on the edge of your cot, the wood splintering slightly under your weight, and watched the dust motes dance in the sliver of light cutting across the floor. You were twelve. You had ink...

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