The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

You are sitting at the head of the long oak table, and the room is too loud. The air is thick with the smell of roasted lamb and beeswax, and the candlelight dances in a way that makes the shadows look like living things stretching for the door. You are wearing the coat. It is a heavy thing, wool and felt, dyed a deep, bruised purple. It was your father’s. It is the only thing you brought from...

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