The Golden Visit

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2026-08-18 07:48:50 -

The Golden Visit

You are standing in the corridor of the Department of Internal Security, and the air smells of stale coffee and floor wax, a scent that has seeped into your skin over the last decade, becoming part of your very fiber. You are holding a coat. It is a heavy thing, woolen, the color of dried blood, and it is the only thing in the world that feels real to you right now. The coat belonged to...

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