The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The road was red with dust. You walk. The sun burns your neck. Your father is waiting. He sits in the chair by the window. His hands are still. His eyes are closed. He looks small. The house is old. The walls are thick. The silence is heavy. You knock. No answer. You push the door open. It creaks. The air is cold. It smells of dust and old paper. "Father," you say. He does not move. You step...

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