The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had been falling on the estate of Lord Ashworth for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the gravel paths into slurry and the sky into a bruised expanse of lead. Inside the great hall, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old wax. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the fireplace, watching the fire die down to a bed of embers. He was not a man accustomed to stillness,...

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