The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron pen sat cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its nib worn to a fine, dangerous point. Outside the high, barred windows of the Imperial Registry, the light was the pale, bruised grey of early morning, but inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet ink and old dust. Elias was thirty years old, and his hands, usually steady from decades of copying names, trembled slightly as he held the...

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