The Golden Visit
The collapse of the eastern retaining wall happened with a sound less like an explosion and more like a deep, resonant groan, a structural sigh that shook the dust from the rafters of the municipal archive and sent a fine, gray pall across the afternoon light, burying the row of water-damaged tax ledgers from 1942 in a sudden, silent avalanche of wet brick and plaster. Elias Thorne stood frozen...
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