The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast was held in the attic. It was a strange choice for a city that had forgotten how to look up. The room was high-ceilinged, dusty, and smelled of old paper and damp wool. My brother, Elias, sat at the head of a long table. He was older now. His hair had turned the color of ash. He moved with a slowness that seemed to belong to the stones of the house, not to a man of fifty. I sat across...

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