The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The air in the chapel smelled of wet wool and old dust, a scent that clung to the back of the throat like a bad memory. Margaret stood in the shadows of the narthex, her fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of her leather satchel, the leather worn smooth by years of careful, obsessive handling. She was not there to pray. She was there to be seen, or perhaps to confirm that she was still...

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