The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The autumn wind bit through the gaps in my armor as I stood before the dais, the wood of the throne room cold and unyielding under my boots. I was forty-three years old, a knight who had bled for the Crown in three campaigns, yet here I was, trembling before the Duke, not from fear of the man, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the sword I held. It was a heavy thing, forged in the old days,...

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