The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The pheasant was already on the bone when the first drop of rain hit the windowpane, a sharp, cold tap that made Elias Thorne’s hand jerk as he carved the breast. He had set the table for two, though there were only three places, the third chair at the head of the table empty and covered in a white cloth that had begun to yellow at the edges. The house, Harrowgate, smelled of roasted meat and...

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