The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The room smelled of yeast and damp wool. It was a smell that clung to the back of the throat. It was the smell of the basement. It was the smell of what had been left behind. Eleanor sat at the head of the table. The table was long. It was oak. It was old. It had been in the house for forty years. She had bought it from a man who no longer lived. She had dragged it here on a rainy Tuesday. She...

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