The Golden Visit

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2026-08-19 08:50:04 -

The Golden Visit

The rain hits the window. It is steady. It is cold. You sit in the chair. The leather is worn. The stitching is loose. Your hands rest on your knees. They are still. They are dry. The office is large. The walls are high. The air smells of dust. It smells of old paper. It smells of decay. You are the Inspector. You are the only one here. The clock on the wall ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. It is a...

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