The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You wake in the middle of the night to the sound of your own breathing, a rhythmic, wet rasp that seems to come from a throat not entirely your own. The dream has just shed its skin, leaving you in the cold, gray limbo between sleep and the waking world, where the air tastes of old iron and damp wool. You are lying in a narrow bed in a room that belongs to no one, a transient space on a journey...

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