The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The rain in the Balkans did not wash things clean; it merely made the mud slicker and the bones colder. I, Elias Thorne, had spent thirty years in the quiet, dust-choked silence of the university archives, cataloguing the dead and their words, but I had never prepared myself for the physical weight of a corpse, or the way the air tastes of iron and old blood after a shelling. My wife, Margaret,...

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