The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hall smells of roasted pork and wet wool. You sit in the corner. Your hands are clean. They are always clean now. You scrubbed them for an hour after the incident. The water was ice cold. It numbed the nerve endings until your skin felt like parchment. You are a sinner. That is what they call you. You are the prisoner in the gilded cage of your own reputation. Thomas Bradshaw stands at the...

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