The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You wake in the gray. The sky is not a sky. It is a ceiling of wool. Heavy. Damp. You do not know how long you have been here. The air tastes of iron and old stone. You are cold. A deep cold. It sits in your bones. You try to move. Your legs are stiff. They do not want to obey. You push yourself up. The ground is soft. It gives way under your weight. It feels like flesh. You look down. You are...

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