The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in the city of Aethelgard did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of iron-gray mist that smelled of ozone and old copper, and it was within this perpetual, damp suspension that Dr. Silas Vane found himself standing on the precipice of the Grand Hall, his left hand clutching the heavy, brass-bound tome to his chest as if it were a newborn child, his right hand...

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