The Golden Visit
The carriage does not slow as it approaches the gates of the Whitehall Palace, a fact that unsettles you in a way that has nothing to do with the vibration of the suspension or the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light filtering through the stained glass. You are not a person, not in the way the men in the velvet coats and the women with their heavy pearls and their sharp,...
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