The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

"You are late, Elias." The voice was thin. It came from the shadows of the kitchen. Margaret stood by the table. She wore a shawl. It was black. It was wool. It smelled of damp. It smelled of the cellar. "I am here, Mother," Elias said. He stepped forward. The floorboards creaked. They groaned. They did not break. Not yet. The house was old. The house was sick. The walls sweated. The air was...

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