The Golden Visit
The letter was yellowed at the edges, the ink faded to a bruised purple. You read it again, your fingers trembling slightly against the coarse paper. The Duke’s seal was broken, a jagged tear in the wax that looked like a mouth screaming in silence. He wanted the commission finished by Friday. He wanted the gold thread incorporated into the center. He wanted proof that you were not stealing his...
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