The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The locket lay in Elias’s palm, a shard of tarnished gold that had once held the face of a boy who no longer existed. He was seventy-two, and his hands, usually steady enough to carve wood, now trembled with a palsy that made the metal rattle against his knuckles. The room was cold, the stone walls weeping with damp that smelled of rot and old paper. He sat at the head of the long table, the...

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