The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The loom had stopped, but the count did not. I stood in the dim workshop, the air thick with the sharp, animal scent of curing hides, and counted the hours until the solstice. Four days. That was all that remained. The commission for Lord Blackwood’s ceremonial cloak was a beast of its own making, a thing that demanded not just skill but a surrender of self, and I had spent forty-two years of...

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