The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron gates of the Blackwood Foundry stood open, a gaping maw of rusted metal that breathed out the scent of coal dust and stale rain. Elias Thorne walked through them alone, his boots striking the wet cobblestones with a rhythm that seemed to echo in the hollows of his own chest. He was a man of few words and fewer friends, a constable whose uniform had seen too many years of service and...

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