The Golden Visit
The heavy oak desk had been in the family for three generations, a monolith of dark wood that seemed to absorb the light of the small, cramped office in the town of Millhaven. It was a piece of furniture that did not merely sit in the room but presided over it, its surface scarred by decades of ink spills, cigarette burns, and the slow, inevitable erosion of time. Margaret Holloway stood before...
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