The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The train smelled of wet wool and diesel, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stared out the window. The city of New Orleans blurred past, a smear of gray and brick against the overcast sky, but his mind was already back in the sterile, white-tiled quiet of the clinic in Zurich where he had spent the last decade. He was a man who dealt in signals, in the subtle,...

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