The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the leaded windows of the Old Quarter, a persistent, gray hand that sought to erase the distinction between the street and the sky. I stood by the window of my small, cluttered office, watching the cobblestones slicken and reflect the amber glow of the gaslamps, and I felt the weight of the coat draped over my chair. It was a heavy thing, wool...

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