The Golden Visit
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the streets of the old industrial quarter into sluggish, brown rivers of mud and oil. It was the kind of weather that seeped into the bones, making the joints ache and the spirits dull, a physical weight that pressed down on the city like a damp, heavy wool blanket. In the back room of a cramped office that smelled of...
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