The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

I. The gold did not dry. It sat in the inkwell, a liquid sun that refused to cool, while the smell of rotting lilies climbed the damp stones of the cellar. Eamon Hegarty held the quill, his hand steady, though the cold draft had stopped the sound of the ventilation fans entirely. He had come for the final page, to secure the favor of the station’s magister, to pay off the oxygen debt that hung...

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