The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog rolled in from the moors. It was thick. It was cold. Elara stood at the window. She watched the trees vanish. They were just shadows. Then, nothing. Her husband, Julian, sat at the table. He was shuffling cards. His fingers were long. His fingers were pale. He did not look up. "You are staring," he said. "I am watching," Elara replied. "Watch what?" "The fog." Julian smiled. It was a...

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