The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The harvest feast in Oakhaven was a riot of amber light and heavy, cloying smells, the air thick with the scent of roasted pork and the particular, cloying sweetness of the town’s famous honey cakes. Elara stood at the center of the long oak table, her apron stained with flour, her hands trembling as she plated the last of the golden loaves for the assembled guests. She was thirty years old, a...

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