The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ink was black, but it smelled of sulfur. Silas Thorne stood at the center of the workshop, his hands steady, his breath shallow. The air in the Victorian townhouse was thick, heavy with the scent of ozone and old paper. It was a smell that did not belong to the world of coal and steam, yet it filled every corner of the room. He was a forger. A master of the trade. For thirty years, he had...

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