The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The bell rang. It was not a church bell, though it sounded like one. It rang from the top of the Tower of St. Jude, a sound that cracked the air in the square below. It rang for the hour of the turning. Margaret stood in the rain. She held a small box. The box was made of bone. It was warm. It beat against her palm. She was running. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps. The cobblestones...

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