The Golden Visit
The rain fell upon the cobblestones of the old city like a fine, gray powder, dissolving the distinction between the earth and the sky, and it was into this relentless, washing gloom that Elara Vance stepped, her boots sinking into the mud that had long since claimed the road leading to the high, forbidding walls of the St. Jude’s Reformatory for Women of Ill Character. She carried with her a...
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