The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Dreams do not ask permission. They simply arrive, like the tide, indifferent to the locks on the door. Ellis woke with the taste of copper in his mouth. The rain was tapping against the windowpane of the small, rented room above the bakery in Harrowgate. It was a persistent, rhythmic tapping, like a finger counting out seconds on a wooden table. He lay still for a moment, listening to the drip...

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