The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The pen was slipping, the nib skittering across the heavy vellum with a sound like a dry twig snapping, and I watched the line waver, correcting it with a steadiness that did not belong to my own arm. It was the third of November, and the light in the surveying tent was the flat, grayish white of a sky that had forgotten how to be blue, pressing against the canvas until the shadows of the poles...

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