The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hands were wrong. Eleanor knew it the moment she stepped into the parlor. They were too long. The fingers stretched like taffy, the knuckles swollen into grotesque knots that resembled gnarled oak roots. She hid them in her pockets. She always hid them now. The room smelled of beeswax and old paper. It was a closed world, sealed against the winter wind. The clock on the mantel ticked with a...

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