The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You leave the train. The air tastes of coal. It is wet. It is cold. The town of Oakhaven sits in a valley. It looks like a bruise. You are a scholar. You are tired. You carry a suitcase. It is heavy. Inside is your work. Inside is your life. You walk down the platform. The bricks are slick. You step carefully. You look up. The sky is gray. It is thick. It does not move. It watches you. You know...

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