The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The damp in the cell seeped through Elias Thorne’s wool uniform, a cold that settled deep in the marrow. He sat on the iron cot, the gold watch in his palm ticking with a rhythm that felt less like time and more like a heartbeat. It was Clara’s watch. She had pressed it into his hand three days before the fever took her, her fingers ice-cold against his skin. "It holds the deed, Elias," she had...

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