The Golden Visit
The letter sat on the table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and regret. It was a notice from the company office, stating that my final payment for the Miller Estate boundary survey would be withheld pending verification of the deed. I read it three times. My hands were steady, though they felt heavy, like stones wrapped in cloth. I am Elias Vane. I am forty-two. I have been a surveyor for...
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