The Golden Visit
The rain did not fall so much as it was dragged down from a bruised sky, a grey curtain that erased the line between the earth and the void. Elias Vane stood at the center of the circular room, his boots sinking into mud that smelled of iron and rot. He was not a man who belonged here, not anymore. He had crossed the ocean to escape the weight of his own name, to bury the ghost of a life lived...
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