The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended breath between the sky and the wet pavement. It was the kind of weather that made the joints ache and the mind drift, a perpetual twilight that refused to decide between day and night. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the window of the station house, his reflection ghosting against the glass, a translucent figure of dark wool and...

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