The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream began with the smell of wet iron. Walter stood in the corridor. The stone floor was cold. He wore his heavy coat. The buttons were brass. They were tarnished. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He was the Inspector. He had a job to do. The job was simple. He had to find the thing. The thing was a bird. It was a golden eagle. It was dead. Or it was not. It was both. It was...

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