The Golden Visit
The bus stopped in the gravel, its engine coughing a final, dying rattle before silence reclaimed the valley. Elias stepped out, his legs stiff from the six-hour drive, and looked up at the St. Jude’s Rural Clinic. It was a low, brutalist block of concrete that seemed to sink into the damp earth, surrounded by pines that stood like black sentinels. He clutched his coat tighter. In his left...
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