The Golden Visit
The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Academy smelled of roasted lamb and old wood, a cloying mixture that clung to the backs of twelve-year-old Elias’s throat as he watched his father, Mr. Ashworth, shake hands with the headmaster. The air was thick with the humidity of November and the low hum of approval from the faculty, a sound that felt to Elias less like music and more like a tightening noose...
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