The Golden Visit
The dust in the Blackwood Manor library does not settle; it hangs in the air like a suspended judgment, catching the weak, amber light of the gas lamps that flicker against the shadows of the tall, mahogany shelves. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a clerk of modest ambition and precarious standing, and you are currently trying to catalog the late Lord’s personal correspondence before...
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