The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain hit the cobblestones. It was a cold, gray Tuesday. The mill in Blackwood sat silent. The gears did not turn. The smoke did not rise. Elias stood at the gate. He wore his uniform. The wool was wet. It clung to his back. He felt heavy. He felt tired. He had walked for miles. His boots were soaked through. He looked up. The building was dark. No lights. No noise. Just the rain. He...

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