The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall so much as it hammered, a relentless, industrial drumming against the corrugated iron roof of the watchtower, a sound that had become so constant in my mind that I could no longer distinguish it from the beating of my own heart, which was a dull, heavy thud, like a stone dropped into deep, stagnant water. I was wet, not just with the rain which found every crack in my...

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