The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fever broke at dawn. It had raged for three days, a hot, wet thing that tasted of copper and old wool. Now, the air in the ward was thin and cold, carrying the scent of carbolic soap and decay. Thomas lay still. He was seven, though the sickness had made him look like a ghost of seven. His mother was gone. He did not know where. He only knew that the silence was heavy, pressing against his...

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