The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The dream was always the same, a recurring nightmare of grain and shadow where I woke with the scent of sawdust thick in my throat, the wood of my desk beneath my hands feeling less like oak and more like the flesh of Mara, her face carved into the surface in a style that was not my own, her eyes hollowed out to the depth of my guilt. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I have served...

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