The Golden Visit
November 14th. The coughing has stopped, which is worse than the coughing, because it means the air in my chest has turned to something solid, something that no longer moves with the rhythm of my breath, and I am standing in the middle of the east wing watching the golden veins pulse through the limestone like a living, hungry thing, and I know, with a clarity that cuts through the fog of my...
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