The Golden Visit
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors reflecting nothing but the sky’s sorrow. Eleanor Vance stood at the threshold of her dilapidated townhouse, her fingers trembling as they brushed the brass knocker, a gesture that felt less like a visit and more like a surrender....
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