The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The gold pocket watch sat in Arthur Vane’s palm, cold as a river stone, its casing engraved with a serpent eating its own tail. It was the only object in the study that did not obey the hour. The hands moved counter-clockwise, a slow, defiant crawl against the grain of the afternoon light that slanted through the dusty window. Arthur, forty years old and hollowed by three months of unpaid...

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