The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The room had no walls. It had no ceiling. It was a floor of polished obsidian, stretching out in every direction under a sky the color of old bruises. Thomas stood in the center. He was wearing his work clothes. The denim was stiff. The boots were caked with mud. He looked down at his hands. They were shaking. He spoke. The words came out dry. They scraped against his throat. "I am here," he...

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