The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dust hangs still in the air. It is thick. It coats your tongue. You taste iron. You taste old paper. You stand in the corridor. The walls are painted a pale, sickly yellow. The paint is peeling. It flakes away like dead skin. You hold the heavy iron key. It is cold. It bites into your palm. You have held it for three days. You have not slept. You have not eaten. You only held it. You are a...

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