The Golden Visit
The rain had not ceased for forty days, a grey and persistent veil that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, mirror-like expanse reflecting the soot-stained chimneys of the textile mills. It was a town suspended in the twilight of the industrial age, where the hiss of steam and the rhythmic thrum of looms provided the only heartbeat, and the air tasted perpetually of wet ash and...
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