The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray, persistent weeping that turned the dirt road into a slurry of mud and rot. I walked with my father’s coat on, though it was far too large for my thin frame, the sleeves swallowing my hands in a heavy, woolen darkness. The air smelled of wet stone and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, a scent that seemed to seep into the very fibers of the...

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