The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream was not of peace, but of weight. Elias woke in the straw of his small chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old blood, his hand clamped tight around the leather cord at his throat. The golden seal of his brother, Thomas, sat against his sternum, a cold disc of metal that felt less like an heirloom and more like a tumor. He was forty years old, a scribe whose...

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