The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass buttons on the coat had begun to tarnish, not with the dull rust of neglect, but with a heavy, greenish verdigris that seemed to pulse beneath the light like a living thing. Arthur Pendelton held the garment up by the collar, the silk lining whispering against the air of his study, a sound so faint it was easily mistaken for the settling of the house’s old bones. It was a fine coat,...

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