The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The sky broke open before I woke. It did not rain. It bled. A thick, amber sludge fell from the clouds, sticky and sweet, smelling of burnt honey and old iron. I stood on the roof of the white house. My coat was torn. The gold clasp on my left lapel was gone. I felt the absence in my skin. A hollow place where weight should be. I was a captain. I remembered the rank. I remembered the duty. I...

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