The Golden Visit
The bell tolls. You hear it. Not a sound, but a vibration. It starts in your teeth. It settles in the bone. You are in the Hall. The Hall is stone. It is old. Older than your name. Older than your mother’s name. The arches curve. They do not meet. They hover. Suspension. Gravity is a suggestion here. You are small. You are seven. You are Thomas. The floor is black slate. Polished. Reflective....
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