The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The wax seal was cold, hard as a knuckle, and it sat in Thomas’s palm like a stone pulled from a frozen creek. He turned it over, feeling the rough grit of the clay against his calloused thumb, before sliding it into the leather pouch at his belt. It was the only thing his father had given him that morning, a token of trust that felt heavier than the iron buckle of his belt. "Deliver the writ...

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