The Golden Visit
The order came down on a parchment so heavy it felt like lead, signed by the King’s hand in ink that smelled of iron and rot. I am Silas, Captain of the Royal Guard, and my duty is clear: burn Oakhaven to the ash. The village has been quarantined for three weeks, the air thick with a sickness that does not kill but transforms, turning the blood of the afflicted into a viscous, shining gold. The...
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