The Golden Visit
The word *Thorne* hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by Director Halloway as if it were a name he had just forgotten how to spell. I stood by the climate-controlled case, my hands tucked into the pockets of my wool sweater, feeling the fabric pull tight against my knuckles. The Gilded Vestment hung inside the glass, a sleeveless robe of heavy, tarnished gold thread that seemed to ripple...
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