The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a gray curtain drawn tight against the world, blurring the line between the wet stone of the road and the dark, heaving earth of the valley. I walked with my back to the sky, my shoulders hunched against the cold that had seeped into my bones long before the journey began. In my hand, I carried the iron box. It was not heavy, not in the way that a...

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