The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The mist rolled off the Blackwater Lake, thick and grey, swallowing the foot of the hill. Elias stood at the gate. The iron was cold under his palm. It had been cold for forty years. He remembered the day he left. His wife, Sarah, had stood in the doorway of the house below. She did not wave. She did not speak. She only held the lantern high. The flame shook in the wind. Elias walked away. He...

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