The Golden Visit
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, gray mist that clung to the ivy choking the walls of the estate house, blurring the line between the garden and the world beyond the fence. Inside the pantry, a space so small it felt less like a room and more like a throat waiting to swallow, Silas Vane stood with his back against the cold stone. He was a man carved from the same hard,...
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