The Golden Visit
The golden seal on the locket did not shine; it breathed. Elias Thorne held it in his trembling hand, the metal warm against his palm, while the fog of Oakhaven pressed against the barred windows of his cell like a living thing seeking entry. He was thirty-four years old, a scribe who had spent a decade copying ledgers for the Guild, and now he was a convict, accused of treason because his...
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