The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The frost came down on the night of the harvest moon, heavy and white, turning the fields of the old mill into a silent, breathless expanse that swallowed the sound of your boots as you walked toward the door, where your father sat waiting with his hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, his eyes fixed on the floorboards as if the wood might tell him what the world had...

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