The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The house breathed. Not with wind. Not with draft. It breathed with heat. A heavy, wet exhale that smelled of coal smoke and old wool. Tomás sat in the corner. He was twelve. His eyes were wide. Not with fear. With hunger. The nursery was a cage. The bars were made of mahogany. The floor was carpeted in crimson. The air was thick. He touched the wall. It was warm. He pressed his palm flat...

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