The Golden Visit
The magistrate’s finger did not point so much as hover, a cold, precise instrument of judgment suspended in the dusty air of the post office, three inches from Elias Thorne’s face. “You are accused, Mr. Thorne, of removing a property of significant value from the grounds of the Ashworth estate,” Magistrate Halloway said, his voice flat and devoid of the humidity that usually clung to the room...
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