The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The glass is cold, Elias. It was the first thing I said to the furnace, though it could not hear me. I opened the ledger, the leather spine cracked and dry, and the ink of my debts stared back at me in sharp, black columns. Forty-two years old, and I owed the Guild for the roof that collapsed in ’98, for the sand that never arrived, for the silence that has lived in my house since the fever...

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