The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Thorne. The name was called from the other end of the long, low room where the dust motes hung suspended in the grey afternoon light like a swarm of dead flies. Elias did not turn. His back was to the door, his hands buried in the cold, static-laden air above the workbench, where the gold signet ring sat. It was not a pretty object. It was a heavy, dull thing, yellowed by age, and it hummed...

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