The Golden Visit
Elias Thorne’s hands shook on the steering wheel, the vibration of the diesel engine traveling up his forearms and settling in his teeth. The fog in Oakhaven was thick, a wet gray wool that swallowed the headlights of his truck within ten feet. He was driving toward the old mill, a place that did not exist on the new maps, a ghost of brick and iron that the state had declared dead in a storm...
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