The Golden Visit
You are sitting in the center of the room, which is not a room but a hollowed-out space within the chest of a great stone creature, a cathedral of ribs and vertebrae that you have inhabited since the day you were born, and the air here tastes of iron and old, damp wool, a flavor that has so thoroughly permeated your lungs that you can no longer distinguish it from the taste of your own blood,...
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