The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream always started with the gold. It was not the yellow of the sun, nor the pale shimmer of a wedding band, but a thick, molten viscosity that pooled in the corners of my vision like spilled honey. I woke at three in the morning, the air in my small rented room in Manchester thick with the smell of coal smoke and damp wool, and the taste of that metal was still on my tongue, sweet and...

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