The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

I remember the sound of the ice cracking on the river before I remember the ink in my veins. It was a loud, physical thing, the ice out on the river, shattering under the weight of the thaw. I was forty-two of Lantern Yard, a scribe in the back room where the accounts were kept, listening to the water work its way through the stone. My brother Kael stood in the doorway, his coat damp, his face...

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