The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven horizontally into the mud of the Appalachian ridge, a cold, stinging mist that turned the world into a smear of grey and brown, and in the center of this chaotic wash stood Elara Vance, her left hand trembling with a violence that seemed to originate in the marrow of her bones as she gripped the rusted iron gate of the abandoned mill. She was...

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