The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The coat was not merely a garment; it was a living thing, a shroud of black wool that breathed against my skin, heavy as a wet stone, thick as the silence that has settled over the town of Oakhaven since the Institute of Behavioral Correction opened its doors on the hill. I had worn it for three days, and it had grown to my flesh, the fibers knitting into my pores, the collar rising to choke...

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