The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, gray moisture that saturated the very stones of the manor and the bones of those who dwelt within its decaying walls, a dampness that tasted of iron and old rot, of things long buried and slowly waking up to the light of a world that had moved on without them. I stood in the corridor, my hand resting on the cold iron of the banister,...

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