The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hand was gone. It had simply ceased to be, as if the flesh and bone had evaporated into the damp, heavy air of the cellar, leaving behind only a raw, pulsing stump where the fingers once grasped the world. Margot did not scream. She had long since learned that screaming was a luxury reserved for those who still believed they had a future to lose. Instead, she sat on the cold flagstones, her...

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