The Golden Visit
Elias Thorne held the iron wedge in his left hand, the metal slick with condensation and the faint, oily residue of the mill’s decay. It was a standard tool, a six-inch steel point used for prying, yet it felt heavy, as if it had absorbed the weight of the floorboards beneath him. He was thirty-four years old, a structural engineer by trade, and he stood in the center of the Blackwood Mill’s...
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