The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the ancient cobblestones of the valley road into a slick, dark mirror. Thomas Ashworth walked with the heavy, deliberate pace of a man who has carried a weight for so long that it has fused to his bones. He was a man of the old school, a magistrate’s clerk who had spent thirty years tracing the ink of...

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