The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The bell tolls. It is a heavy, bronze sound. It vibrates in the marrow of your bones. You are in the tower. The air is cold. It smells of damp stone and old wax. Your mother stands before you. She is tall. She is thin. Her skin is pale as paper. She wears a dress of black wool. It hangs loose on her frame. "Kneel," she says. Her voice is soft. It is like dry leaves skittering on pavement. You...

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