The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the district into a slick, black mirror that reflected the gaslights in fractured, trembling lines. You stood in the doorway of the tenement on Sorrow Street, your boots heavy with mud, staring at the body of Arthur Penhaligon. He lay on his back, his eyes open and fixed on the water-stained ceiling, his hands resting...

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