The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the Hall of Records tasted of dust and dried lavender, a scent that seemed to preserve not just the documents but the very silence of the men who had written them. You sat in the corner, your spine curved like a question mark, watching the light fall in long, slanted bars across the oak floor. It was late afternoon, the time when the shadows stretched out like fingers reaching for...

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