The Golden Visit
Thorne. The name hung in the air of the study, heavy and wet, spoken by a voice that was not quite his own. Elias Thorne, Sergeant of the Border Guard for twenty years, stood rigid before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, his knuckles white around the golden seal that pulsed with a warmth like a living coal. He was forty years old, a man built of stone and silence, and he wanted to crush the thing...
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