The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The train rattled over the iron ribs of the bridge, a sound like the groaning of a giant skeleton waking from a long, cold sleep, and you sat with your hands folded in your lap, feeling the vibration travel up through the wool of your stockings and into the marrow of your bones, a tremor that seemed to come not from the tracks below but from the very earth itself, as if the ground were a living...

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