The Golden Visit
The iron key hangs heavy in your palm, cold enough to burn the skin. You turn it over, watching the rust flake off onto the stone floor, a small, red dusting that looks like dried blood. You are Elias, thirty-two, a border guard in the ancient, mist-choked court of Oakhaven. You want to see your wife, Mara, before the winter solstice to secure your promotion and keep your family from debt. The...
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