The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in Ashworth had a way of making the air smell of wet pennies and old paper. It was the kind of cold that seeped into the bones, a persistent, damp chill that the town’s citizens wore like a second skin. Elias Thorne stood in the center of his workshop, a space that smelled of turpentine and dried oak, holding the small, brass-bound ledger that had defined his life for thirty years. It...

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