The Golden Visit
The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a dense, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the gravel road into a slick, treacherous ribbon of mud where the wheels of the sedan spun uselessly, biting into the earth with a sound like grinding teeth, and Elias Thorne, a man whose life had been defined by the precise calibration of data streams and the rigid architecture of...
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