The Golden Visit
The candle guttered in the draft that swept through the cracked window of Elias’s study, casting long, trembling shadows against the walls of the drafty room. It was the year 1342, and the cold of November had settled deep into the bones of the old house, a chill that no amount of wool could ward off. Elias, a scholar of forty years whose mind had been sharpened by decades of silent labor, sat...
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