The Golden Visit
The ink was still wet when the door opened, and I did not look up from the ledger because I knew the weight of the footsteps that were crossing the threshold. "You have a reputation for stubbornness, Warden Thorne, which is a pity given the fragility of your sister’s health." I set down my quill, the nib scratching a final, sharp line into the paper before I lifted it, and turned to face Lord...
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