The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mist in the valley did not rise; it breathed. It curled around the roots of the old oak trees like a living thing, a pale and shifting skin that smothered the earth. Elias stood at the center of it, his boots sinking into the moss, which was thick and wet and smelled of iron and decay. He was no longer the man who had walked out of his study in London, nor the man who had boarded the train...

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