The Golden Visit
The letter lay on the oak desk, the ink still wet, a dark stain spreading across the parchment like a bruise forming under skin. You read it twice, the words blurring into a meaningless slurry of accusations and threats, before you folded it into your breast pocket, the sharp corner digging into your ribs with every shallow breath. It was from Lord Aldric, and it stripped you of your title,...
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