The Golden Visit
The golden sash dreamed of me. It is a strange thing, to be summoned by a piece of silk in the dead of night, but for three years, since my father’s burial, I have woken with the scent of old gold and the weight of a ribbon across my chest. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, the Chief Archivist of the Royal Wardrobe, a position that demands silence and precision, not dreams. My desire is...
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