The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain fell in sheets, turning the cobblestones of Blackfriars Lane into mirrors of slate and shadow. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the alley, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold. It had been cold for three days. He waited. The air tasted of wet ash and old blood. Somewhere in the fog, a bell tolled the hour. It sounded like a bone breaking. Elias was a man of...

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