The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The house stood on the edge of the cliff, a sprawling Victorian skeleton of rotting timber and peeling slate, where the fog did not merely rest but seemed to breathe, a cold, wet lung expanding and contracting against the windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a stillness so profound it felt like a held breath. Elias Thorne sat in the study, his hands...

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