The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass key was cold in Elias Thorne’s palm, its teeth worn smooth by forty years of use, a small, heavy thing that smelled of old oil and the metallic tang of impending rust. He stood in the antechamber of the Golden Hall, the air thick with the scent of dried lilies and the faint, sweet rot of peeling gold leaf, watching the dust motes drift in the shafts of pale winter light that cut...

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