The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candlelight. Gold. Thick as honey. It pooled on the mahogany table. It bled into the faces of the men. Laughing. Drinking. Loud. I stood by the door. Hands at my sides. Uniform tight. Buttons straining. I am a soldier. I am a warden. I am the lock on the cage. They do not see me. They see the walls. They see the gold. They see the wine. Red. Dark. Like dried...

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