The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Oakhaven was a place of wet stone and older debts, where the tram line had cut through the terrace rows and raised the rent on every square foot of damp brick. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a heavy, physical fact that settled in the lungs of anyone who walked the streets. Faye Gault stood in the doorway of the municipal archive, her collar soaked through, arguing with Mr....

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