The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog rolled in thick off the harbor. It smelled of brine and rot. Elias Thorne stood at the gate. He waited. The iron was cold. It bit his fingers. Inside, the town of Oakhaven was still. The houses leaned in, old and tired. They had been there for two centuries. They would not move. They would not change. They just watched. Elias was a man of books. He wore tweed. His coat was worn at the...

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