The Golden Visit
The gold signet ring sat on the table, a heavy, cold weight that seemed to pull the air down with it, and Elara Vane stared at it with the hollow, exhausted eyes of a woman who had been walking for three days without sleep, her fingers already trembling with a numbness that started deep in the bone and crept outward like frost on glass. She had packed the ring into her trunk the night before,...
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