The Golden Visit
The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its pages stained with the rust of old coffee and the damp of a house that had been breathing too hard for too long. Elias Thorne counted the hours he had spent pruning the golden wisteria, a task that had consumed his last decade of life with a devotion that bordered on the obsessive, and the number was staggering, a debt of time he had paid in silence...
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