The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain hits the asphalt. It sounds like applause. You run. Your lungs burn. You taste copper. It is the taste of old coins. It is the taste of blood. You are running from the house. You are running from the mirror. You are running from the man who is you. He is behind you. You can hear his breath. It is wet. It is heavy. It is the sound of a dying lung. He is not a ghost. He is a fact. He is...

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