The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain does not fall so much as it rises, a cold, silver mist that clings to the stone walls of the house, blurring the boundary between the living room and the grey world outside. You sit on the edge of the velvet chaise, your hands folded in your lap, watching the water bead and slide down the glass of the French doors. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of dried lavender and old...

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