The Golden Visit
The feast was a riot of light and noise, a chaotic tapestry woven from the gold leaf of the banquet hall and the shimmering eyes of the guests who filled the ancient cathedral of St. Jude’s. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, feeling the weight of the velvet gown against my skin, a fabric that felt less like clothing and more like a shroud. The air...
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