The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the valley was thick with the scent of wet iron and crushed larkspur, a pungent, metallic tang that coated the back of Arthur Penhaligon’s throat as he pressed his back against the cold, damp stone of the abandoned quarry. He was a man of letters, a scholar of obscure dialects and forgotten folk traditions, a profession that had once afforded him a certain quiet dignity, but now, in...

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