The Golden Visit
The rain had been falling on the city for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the streets of the old district into rivers of oil and slate. Inside the small, rented flat on the third floor, Julian sat at the edge of a narrow bed, the silence of the room pressing against his eardrums with a weight that was almost physical. He was a man of forty years, though the war had aged him...
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