The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The candle gutters. It dies. You are blind. You touch the wall. Cold stone. Wet moss. The air tastes of iron and old blood. Your hands shake. You find the door. It is locked. You kick it. The wood splinters. You step into the hall. Silence. A vast, dark hall. Shadows stretch like long fingers. You know this place. You have always known this place. The house breathes. It inhales. It exhales....

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