The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You wake in the hall. The air is cold. It bites your nose. You are wet. Your clothes cling. You feel the floor. It is stone. It is slick with dew. You are not at home. You do not know how you got here. Your head throbs. A dull, heavy pulse. Like a hammer. Slow. Steady. You try to stand. Your legs shake. You grip the wall. The stone is rough. It scrapes your palm. A thin line of blood. You do...

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