The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The frost has taken the glass. You press your thumb against the pane. It is cold. It is solid. It is a barrier. You are the archivist. You work in the basement of the library. The air is dry. It smells of dust. It smells of old paper. You count the books. You shelve the books. You do not speak much. Words are heavy. They get in the way of the data. Your name is Elias. You are forty years old....

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