The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The train did not arrive. It simply was. I stepped off the platform into a fog that smelled of wet stone and old copper. My briefcase, leather-bound and heavy with quarterly reports, knocked against my shin. I adjusted my tie. I smoothed my hair. I was a man of routine. I was a man who paid his bills on the first of the month and kept his desk clear of personal items. I was Thomas Bradshaw,...

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