The Golden Visit
The lamp flickered in the draft, casting long, jagged shadows against the peeling wallpaper of the office, and I stood with my hands flat on the desk, feeling the wood grain bite into my palms as if the table itself were resisting my weight. "Release her, Silas," I said, my voice low and steady, though my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. "Elara is my wife, and she has done...
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