The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

"You have brought the seed." The voice came from the shadows of the cellar, low and thick as wet wool. I did not turn. I could not. My legs were rooted to the flagstones, stiff with the cold that seeped up through the soles of my boots. I held the clay pot in my hands. It was warm. It breathed. Inside, the golden root pulsed with a slow, rhythmic throb, a second heartbeat against my palms....

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