The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp, blurring the edges of the fence line and the black silhouette of the oak tree until they seemed to bleed into the mud that coated the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne, who stood at the gate of the abandoned Harrow house, watching the last of the morning light...

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