The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ink was dry on the file. It was a thick, black stain. It sat on the desk like a bruise. Elias looked at it. He was seven years old. He wore a suit that was too big. The sleeves covered his hands. The jacket buttoned with a sharp, metallic click. He had practiced this sound in the mirror. He knew the weight of the fabric. He knew the smell of the room. It smelled of floor wax and stale...

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