The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The bell rang. Not a chime. A clang. Iron on iron. Silence followed. The house held its breath. Dust motes danced in the shaft of grey light. They did not settle. They hovered. Waiting. Elias stood by the window. He was small. Ten years old. His hands were fists. Knuckles white. He watched the garden. The grass was dead. Brown. Brittle. It crunched under the weight of the air. "Who is it?" he...

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