The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ink was still wet. Elias noticed it before he noticed the smell of the roast pheasant, a faint, chemical sheen on the parchment that caught the light of the chandelier like a bruise. He looked up at Mr. Vane, who sat across the table with a glass of amber whiskey in his hand, smiling with the easy, predatory grace of a man who had never wanted for anything in his life. The room was warm,...

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