The Golden Visit
The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, cold sheet of water that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, reflective mirror of the grey sky, and Elias Vane stood in the doorway of the abandoned textile mill, watching the water run in rivulets down the rotting timber of the lintel, his breath visible in the chill air as he calculated the precise structural load of...
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