The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The hammer bit into the gold, a dull thud that vibrated up my arm and settled in the base of my skull. I wiped my brow with a forearm that was slick with sweat and soot, the leather apron heavy against my chest. The metal was soft, too soft, yielding to the strike as if it were afraid of me. I looked up. Thomas Bradshaw was standing in the doorway, his hands tucked into the pockets of his...

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