The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The water was rising, Elias, and the magistrate’s carriage was already on the road. I heard the wheels crunching the gravel in the dark, a rhythmic, heavy sound that matched the thumping of my own heart. I sat on the floorboards of the cellar, my hands wrapped around the iron valve of the main drainage line, my knuckles white and trembling. The smell was thick, a cloying mix of wet rot, old...

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