The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones of the old quarter, a rhythmic scraping that seemed to drag the very air of the city into a slow, suffocating halt, and Eleanor Ashworth sat in the back, her hands folded in her lap with a precision that masked the trembling of her fingers, watching the fog that clung to the eaves of the medieval spires like a burial shroud that had grown too...

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