The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain falls upward. You watch the water climb the grey stone of the tower. It defies gravity, defies sense. You are still wearing your uniform. The wool is heavy, soaked through to the skin. It clings to your ribs like a second, colder body. You are a sergeant. You have served for twenty years. You have held the line. You have kept the peace. Now the peace is a vertical shaft of mist, and...

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