The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The banquet hall smelled of roasted lamb and old ink, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a lie. I stood by the edge of the long table, watching the Director speak, his voice smooth and oily, praising my recent cataloging of the municipal records. He did not blink. It was the first thing I had noticed when I started three years ago, a subtle absence that I had tried to ignore, but...

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