The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The gold was cold. It sat on the wooden table, a tear in its fabric of metal and gemstone, waiting to be mended. Elara’s hands trembled, not from the chill of the November air, but from the weight of the object. It was a brooch, heavy with the years, its clasp broken where her father had gripped it too tightly in his final hours. She threaded the needle, a fine, silver thing, and began the...

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