The Golden Visit
The bus that carries you into the grey, rain-slicked valley does not so much arrive as it does settle into a permanent state of exhaustion, its brakes hissing a long, mournful note that seems to vibrate in the hollows of your chest, a physical reminder of the journey you have taken from the city of your making to the institution of your unmaking. You step onto the pavement, the air thick with...
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