The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The frost crept up the windowpanes in ferns of white. It was a cold that settled in the bones. Thomas stood by the hearth. The fire died. He watched the embers fade. They turned to ash. Then to dust. Then to nothing. He was a man of the law. He wore the coat that marked him. The badge sat heavy on his chest. It felt like a stone. He had worn it for thirty years. He knew the look of a guilty...

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