The Golden Visit
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, bearing the heavy, cream-colored seal of the Whitmore Foundation, an institution whose name had long since outgrown the family that founded it, now a sprawling labyrinth of glass and marble that served as the de facto senate of the city’s cultural elite. You stared at the wax, red as a dried wound, feeling a strange, cold vertigo in your gut, a sensation that...
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