The Golden Visit
"Look at it," said the inspector. His voice was flat, devoid of warmth, like a machine turning over a dead key. "It is not human. It is not animal. It is a mistake." I looked. The thing lay on the metal table. It was small. A hand-sized mass. It pulsed. A faint, golden light leaked from its center. It was not a tumor. It was not a parasite. It was a word. A word made flesh. I am Dr. Arthur...
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