The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You wake. The cold bites. It is the cold that stays. The cell is stone. Grey. Wet. Damp seeps into your bones. You are here. You know why. But the why does not matter. The stone matters. Your hands matter. Look at them. They are shaking. Why are they shaking? Fear. No. Hunger. No. They are just hands. They are the only things you have left. The rest is gone. The rest was taken. Or you gave it....

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