The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fire took the roof before it took the walls. I watched from the cellar, my back against the cold stone, listening to the timber scream as it twisted in the heat. It was a sound like a man breaking his own neck. Above me, the house I had built with my own hands, the place where Eleanor had laid her head on my shoulder for forty years, was dissolving into ash and memory. The smoke was thick,...

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