The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The loom is not a machine. It is a mouth. "Miss Whitmore," the new owner said, standing in the doorway of the attic with his hands tucked into his coat pockets. He did not look at the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light. He looked at me. "You are aware that I have purchased the estate. All of it. Including the... clutter." I wiped my hands on my apron. The wool was thick, worn thin...

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