The Golden Visit
The invoice lay on the desk, the paper thin and brittle. It listed the cost of the surgery: four hundred pounds. Next to it sat the brass hand-stamp, cold and heavy. Elias Thorne looked at the two objects, then at the fog pressing against the window of the print shop. He wrapped the stamp in a cloth and left. The smell of damp wool and old ink followed him out into the street. Oakhaven was a...
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