The Golden Visit
October 12, 1904 The dust is still settling when I write this, a fine, gray powder that coats the tongue and clogs the nose, but I do not care for the discomfort. The eastern wall has fallen. It did not crumble slowly, as one might expect from the natural decay of stone and mortar, but it tore itself away from the foundation with a violent, shuddering groan that shook the spines of the books in...
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