The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The door closed behind me with a finality that felt like a bone snapping. I stood in the corridor, the air stale and thick with the smell of old paper and dried lavender. My hands trembled. Not from cold, but from the sudden, violent loss of the thing I had held for so long. The vial was still in my pocket. Heavy. Cold glass against my hip. I knew what it contained. I had known for years. I had...

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