The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The morning I left the workshop on Ironbound Street, the air smelled of wet soot and the metallic tang of a coming rain, a scent that had long since calcified into the very marrow of my bones, a smell that I had once mistaken for the perfume of industry but which I now recognized, with a clarity that felt like a physical blow, as the exhalation of a grave. I stood for a long time on the...

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