The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The footprints were wrong. That was the only way I could describe them, the only fact that held up against the cold wind screaming off the frozen river. They were muddy, deep, and human-sized, yet they stopped at the edge of the ice and simply ceased, as if the ground had swallowed them without a ripple. I stood there in my heavy wool coat, the ink on my pension papers still wet in my pocket,...

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