The Golden Visit
The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it settled, heavy and grey, pressing against the windowpanes of the small apartment on Sallow Street. Elara Vance stood before the mirror, adjusting the gold brooch pinned to her lapel. It was a simple thing, a twisted knot of metal, yet it hummed with a low, vibrating truth that rattled her teeth. She heard it clearly then, a whisper beneath the city’s rumble:...
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