The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The iron tasted of rust and blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled heavy in my stomach, as I held the perimeter line against the encroaching darkness with a weapon that felt less like a tool of defense and more like an extension of my own trembling bones. The air in this place, which the maps of the waking world had no name for, was thick with the scent of ozone...

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