The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it descended, a cold, grey curtain that erased the horizon and swallowed the sound of the world. Inside the stone cell, the air tasted of damp iron and old prayers. Thomas sat on the straw pallet, his hands bound not by rope but by a silence so heavy it felt like lead. He was a sinner, or so the town believed. He was a thief, a liar, a man who had...

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