The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The seal cracked. It was a small thing. A hairline fracture in the wax. I saw it before I did. I saw it in my hands. I saw it in the shop. I saw it in the sky. The shop was old. The air was thick. It smelled of dust. It smelled of iron. It smelled of fear. I was the keeper. I was the maker. I was the liar. My father was gone. He had been gone for ten years. Or maybe a hundred. Time moves...

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