The Golden Visit

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2026-08-19 21:33:39 -

The Golden Visit

"You are late," the voice said. It was your father. Or rather, the thing wearing his face. He sat in the high-backed chair by the cold hearth. The room was stone. Cold stone. The air smelled of damp wool and old dust. You stood in the doorway. Your hands were clenched. Your knuckles were white. "I had a lecture," you said. Your voice shook. You tried to steady it. It failed. "A lecture," he...

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