The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain does not fall here so much as it suspends itself, a heavy, shimmering curtain of grey mist that blurs the edges of the world into a soft, indistinct smear. You stand at the threshold of the estate, your hand resting against the cold, damp iron of the gate, feeling the metallic chill seep into your palm like a slow, creeping poison. Your name is Eleanor, though the name feels...

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