The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Mara stood in the gray void, the damp chill seeping into her bones. She was an accountant. She knew the weight of paper, the smell of toner, the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. None of that was here. Here, only the wet silence and the sound of her own breathing. Her mother’s coat. It hung on a bare branch of a twisted oak. Brown wool. Faded. The elbows were...

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