The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The brass compass was cold. It sat in my palm, heavy as a stone, cold as the river mud. It had belonged to Elias. I had bought it from his estate. The auctioneer had called it a curiosity. I knew it was a key. I walked. The road was wet. The mist hung low. It clung to the hedges. It bit at my face. I did not stop. I could not stop. I had to find the place where the light went out. Elias had...

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