The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The glass shattered. It did not break with a loud crash. It broke with a sigh. A soft, wet sound, like a bone giving way in the deep. I stood in the center of the room. The air was thick. It tasted of copper and old rain. My hands were shaking. I had built this place. I had cut every stone. I had laid every brick. I was the master here. I was the king of this small, silent world. I looked at...

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