The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

"You have failed me, Thomas." The voice was soft. It lacked anger. It carried the weight of a stone sinking into deep water. Thomas Whitmore did not look up. He stared at the floorboards. They were oak. Dark. Worn smooth by decades of shuffling feet. The wood had given up its grain to the pressure of time. It was flat. It was blind. "Define failure, Margaret," he said. His voice was a dry...

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