The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The clock on the wall ticked. It was a heavy sound. Wood and brass. The air in the library smelled of dust and old paper. I sat at my desk. My hands were cold. I looked at the book in front of me. It was thick. Bound in leather. The title was faded. I had found it in the basement. I had hidden it for years. Now it was time. I opened it. The pages rustled. They sounded like dry leaves. I read...

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