The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had stopped. The mud on the lane was deep, sucking at the boots of the men who walked past the cottage. Margaret stood at the window. She held a cup of tea that had gone cold. Her husband, Arthur, was in the next room. He was coughing. A wet, rattling sound. Like gravel in a tin can. "Is it done?" she asked. She did not turn around. "I think so," Arthur said. His voice was thin. It...

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