The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended gray veil that blurred the boundary between the earth and the sky, turning the moor into a breathing, wet thing that seemed to inhale the cold and exhale a fog that tasted of iron and old rot. Elias Thorne sat in the back of the lorry, his knees pressed against the rough wooden planks, his fingers wrapped around the small, brass object that...

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