The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

I sat on the edge of my cot, the straw digging into my thighs, and watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of sunlight that pierced the heavy oak door. The light was golden, thick as honey, and it caught the edges of the room where the walls were peeling, where the stone was cold and damp with the memory of centuries. I am a man who has seen many things, have crossed seas that have...

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