The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The vial is empty, Irving Sherwin, but the gold remains on your tongue, tasting of ash and burnt sugar. You are not sleeping, yet you are not awake, suspended in the grey half-light of the iron tower where the air tastes of rust and stale breath. In the dream, Elara stands before you, her face pale and thin, holding out a fruit that glows with an internal, molten fire. She says, "Eat it,...

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