The Golden Visit
Chapter One What is a man worth if he cannot keep his own shadow? I asked this of the gold, but the gold did not answer; it only grew warm against my palm, a living weight that pulsed with the rhythm of a heart I did not own. Hassan Syamsuddin, my name was, written in ink on the ledger of the Duke’s office, a name that carried the weight of forty years of debt and the hope of one final, perfect...
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