The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mist that rolled off the Blackwater River did not behave like water, nor did it smell of the brackish silt and rotting lily pads that usually choked the creek bed in the dead of August, but rather it carried the cloying, metallic scent of old copper pennies and the sharp, ozone bite of a storm that had broken three days prior, a phantom weather system that had no business lingering in the...

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