The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in the city of Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, a black mirror that reflected the gaslight in trembling, fractured pools. I stood by the window of the upper room, watching the water race down the pane, and I thought of the ledger I had burned that morning. It was a small fire, contained to the iron grate, yet the smoke had lingered, curling into the...

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