The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rust on the gate had eaten through the iron bars until they hung loose, swaying with a faint, metallic groan that cut through the damp night air. I scraped the flaking orange dust into a tin can with a putty knife, the sound a dry, rhythmic scraping that matched the thumping of my own pulse. The smell of wet iron and old oil hung heavy in the guard shack, a scent that had seeped into the...

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