The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and old wax, a cloying sweetness that seemed to coat the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood by the mahogany desk, polishing the Imperial Seal. It was a dull, heavy object, its gold surface dulled by decades of neglect and the slow, creeping grime of the court’s indifference. Elias, forty-two years old and bent with the particular stoop of a...

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