The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain hits the slate roof with a rhythm you know in your bones. It is the sound of the world outside trying to drown the house. You sit in the high-backed chair by the window. The leather creaks. It is the only sound besides the rain. Your uniform is on the hook by the door. The brass buttons catch the dim light. They look like eyes. You do not look at them. On the table lies the letter. It...

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