The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall of the Halloway Ironworks gleamed with the cold, predatory luster of polished brass and mahogany, a space where the air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and the metallic tang of ozone that clung to the walls. Elias Vane, a man of thirty years whose hands bore the permanent stains of oil and the tremors of early exhaustion, stood at the head of the long table,...

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