The Golden Visit
The rain did not fall so much as it accumulated, a heavy, gray weight pressing against the high windows of the hall, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and dying leaves until the boundary between the safe interior and the chaotic exterior seemed to dissolve entirely. Elias sat in the corner of the library, a room that smelled of wet wool, old paper, and the faint, sweet rot of the...
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