The Golden Visit
The pain in your left hand is not a sensation you can describe to anyone who has not held a key to a door that no longer opens, a pain that lives in the marrow and hums with a frequency that seems to vibrate in the teeth and the eyes, a dull, rhythmic throb that has become so familiar that you have stopped counting the beats and simply exist within the swell of it, your fingers curled into a...
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