The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hall smelled of damp wool and old wax. It was the smell of the end. I stood at the edge of the dance floor, my boots heavy on the varnished oak. The band played a waltz, slow and sickening, a lullaby for the dying. Around me, the townsfolk moved in pairs. They wore their best. They smiled with teeth bared like predators. They did not see me. Or perhaps they did, and they simply chose to...

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