The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog did not roll in so much as it gathered, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet ash and rotting apples, swallowing the stone steps of the monastery until only the door remained visible. I am Thomas Bradshaw, and I was nineteen years old when the scent of death first reached me, carried on the wind from the valley below where the orchards had been abandoned to the blight. I carried a...

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