The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the manor, a relentless, hollow percussion that filled the silence of the empty rooms. Arthur sat by the hearth. The fire was low. It cast long, trembling shadows on the walls. He watched the embers. They glowed. They died. He felt a cold in his chest. It was not the damp of the house. It was older. It was in the...

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