The Golden Circuit
Chapter One Gladys Zorn arrived at the Zorn estate on a Tuesday, the heat pressing against the glass of the carriage window like a living thing. I had come to sell the library, to pay the bank, and to leave before the summer rotted the floorboards. The smell hit me first, a thick, damp rot that clung to the throat, followed by the sight of the shutter banging against the frame all night, a...
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