The Golden Downtown

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2026-08-22 11:30:06 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey sheet that turned the gravel drive into a slurry of mud and stone, and I sat in the high-backed chair by the dying fire, my fingers wrapped around the tarnished silver locket my father had given me on his deathbed. The house, Hartwell Manor, groaned around me, its ancient timbers settling with a sound like a sigh, a sound that had...

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