The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall of the Whitmore Estate did not smell of roast pheasant or vintage wine, but of dust and the faint, metallic tang of old secrets, a scent that clung to the velvet drapes and seeped into the soles of my father’s shoes as he paced before the grand piano, his fingers drumming a frantic, arrhythmic beat against the polished wood, a percussion of anxiety that drowned out the string...

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