The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You wake in a house that is not yours. The air is thick. It smells of wet wool and old dust. You lie on a bed with sheets that feel like cold water. The light is grey. It comes from a window high above. You do not move. You are a soldier. You know this. You have the weight of a rifle on your shoulder, though it is not there. You feel the phantom strain. Your muscles are locked. This is a dream....

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