The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog rolled off the estuary in thick, wet bands that smelled of brine and rotting kelp, swallowing the road whole until the headlights of the old sedan were little more than two bleeding eyes in the grey void. Thomas drove with his knuckles white on the wheel, his jaw set against the cold that seeped through the rusted metal of the car, a cold that felt less like weather and more like a...

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