The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall; it hung, a suspended curtain of silver needles that turned the world outside our window into a trembling, blurred watercolor. I stood before the hearth, watching the embers pulse with a rhythmic, dying breath, while Thomas sat on the floor, his back against the cold stone, his eyes fixed on a point in the middle distance that only he could see. He had not spoken in three...

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