The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The single golden hair lay across the scarred oak desk, curling slightly as if it were still breathing. It was no thicker than a eyelash, yet it cast a shadow that seemed to stretch across the room, pooling in the dust motes that danced in the slanted afternoon light. I picked it up, and the heat of it seared my fingertip, a sharp, bright pain that made me flinch before I could stop myself....

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