The Golden Visit
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the tower, a relentless drumming that seemed to shake the very stones of the medieval structure, while you stood in the mud outside the heavy oak door, the golden compass in your hand ticking with a faint, rhythmic pulse that felt less like mechanics and more like a second heartbeat. You are Elias, a scholar of history who has spent the last...
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