The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hammer head struck the anvil with a dull, rhythmic thud, the sound vibrating up through Elias Thorne’s forearms and into the marrow of his wrists, a steady pulse that seemed to synchronize with the low, metallic hum rising from the gold locket in his palm. He did not look up. He could not afford to look up. The shop of Master Vane smelled of whale oil, hot brass, and the sharp, acrid scent...

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