The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream was not of flight, but of weight. I stood in the center of the Great Hall of the Capitol, the air thick with the scent of old mahogany and the invisible dust of centuries. The vaulted ceiling soared above me, a cathedral of stone and steel, holding the sky at bay. I was not a tourist, nor a politician. I was a key. Or perhaps I was the lock. The distinction had blurred in the...

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