The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain on the tarmac was not water but a fine, grey grit that stung the eyes and tasted of iron, a persistent, cold mist that settled into the marrow of the bone and refused to evaporate, clinging to the wool of the greatcoat with a tenacity that felt almost like a malicious affection, a physical weight that pressed against the shoulders and dragged them down toward the earth, where the mud...

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