The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the windowpane of the small, cramped office on the fourth floor of the municipal building, blurring the world outside into a smear of grey and neon. Inside, the air was stale, thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of fear. Elias sat in a chair that felt too small for his body, his knees drawn up to his chest,...

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