The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The coat hung on the back of the chair by the window. It was a heavy thing, woolen and dark, smelling faintly of lavender and old paper. To anyone else, it was just a garment. To Elias, it was the sun. It was the only thing in the room that did not feel cold. He was ten years old, and he had been sitting on the floor for three hours, watching the dust motes dance in the shaft of afternoon...

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