The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The frost had come down upon the valley of Ashworth with a violence that seemed to shatter the very bones of the earth, and you, little Thomas, sat in the corner of the parlor with your eyes fixed upon the dead goldfinch that lay upon the velvet cushion, its wings broken, its beak open in a silent, eternal scream that no ear could catch but the soul. The air in the house was thick with the...

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