The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The parchment was thin, almost translucent, and it smelled of the damp stone where it had been stored for three weeks. Sir Thomas Bradshaw held the document by the edges, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the arrhythmia that had begun to seize his chest like a vice. He was fifty years old, and his heart felt like a rusted hinge, creaking with every effort. The ink was fresh, the...

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