The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain did not fall. It was pressed against the glass like a thousand pale fingers trying to get in. Inside, the air was thick. Stale. It smelled of ozone and old sweat. Mara stood in the center of the room. Her fists were raised. High. Tight. She breathed in. Out. The room was small. A concrete box. No windows on the north side. The south side had one, barred. She could see the street below....

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