The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The silk was cold, a sliver of midnight blue that smelled of ozone and old dust. You held it between your thumb and forefinger, the fabric trembling slightly as if it possessed a pulse of its own. It was the Gilded Shroud, the centerpiece of the late Lord Vane’s estate, and the reason you, Elias Thorne, a thirty-four-year-old archivist with a cramped spine and a precarious contract, had been...

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