The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The moths did not die. This was the first thing Elias noted in his ledger, a fact that sat heavy against the ink like a stone in a pocket. They burned without heat, their wings a translucent gold that pulsed with a rhythm matching his own failing heart. It was the autumn of 1348, and the air in the manor house was thick with the scent of rot and ozone. Elias, a scholar of modest renown and...

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