The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in Dublin does not wash things clean. It only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of Grafton Street into mirrors that reflect nothing but the wet, shivering faces of those who walk them. You are walking now, or perhaps you have been walking for hours, the rhythm of your shoes a dull thud against the stone. Your coat is heavy, soaked through to the shoulder. In your left...

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