The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days, and it drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the Vane house. I stood in the parlor, my hands still stained with the dust of the crime scene, staring at the body of my wife, Elara, who lay upon the chaise longue with a serenity that felt like an accusation. She had died of a sudden stroke, the doctor said, but her face was not that...

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