The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hand. Look at it. Pale. Boned. A map of veins beneath translucent skin. It trembles. Not from cold. The air is still. Thick with the scent of beeswax and old stone. You are in the hall. High ceilings. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light. You are the daughter. Of the King. Or so they say. Your name is Eleanor. But here, names are heavy. They drag at the ankles. You are the vessel....

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