The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain on the windowpane of the Ministry of Internal Affairs did not fall; it hung there, suspended in a grey haze, as if the sky itself had forgotten the gravity of the earth. Inside the office, the air was thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat behind the oak desk, his hands clasped so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of old...

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