The Golden Visit
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums. I was standing in the center of the Great Hall of St. Jude’s, a structure of stone and glass that I had spent the last decade restoring, when the chandeliers began to glow with a light that was not electric. It was a golden, viscous luminescence, rising from the...
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