The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it suspended itself in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the Ashworth estate like a second skin. Inside, the silence was not empty but dense, a heavy atmosphere that pressed against the eardrums, filled with the tick of a hundred clocks and the subtle, mechanical breathing of the heating system. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the leather chair by...

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