The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall of the Holloway estate did not smell of roasted turkey or spiced wine. It smelled of wet earth and iron. It smelled of the grave. I stood at the head of the table, my uniform pressed sharp against a chest that heaved with a rhythm foreign to the room. The candles flickered, their flames bending away from me as if repelled by a cold wind that only I could feel. Around me, the...

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