The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended mist that clung to the stone walls of the manor house and seeped into the marrow of everyone who lived within its shadow, a dampness that Edric Blackwood could feel not just on his skin but in the very rhythm of his heart, which had grown heavy and slow in the manner of a clock left too long without winding. He sat in the...

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