The Golden Visit
Act I Anil Ansari, forty-two, a senior customs officer, wanted his pension to be the only thing left standing after the cold snap burst the pipes in the tithe barn, a desire that felt less like ambition and more like a fever breaking. The crate on the dock was empty, the wood splintered and dry, but Director Vane, whose hands smelled of industrial cleaner and old paper, claimed the golden idol...
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