The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The train did not stop at the station, which was a fact I had forgotten until the moment I saw the platform empty and the steam rising in the cold November air. I was twelve years old, sitting in a corner of the second-class carriage with my father, who was reading the *Times* with the intensity of a man trying to hold the world together with ink and paper. We were traveling north to Whitmore...

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