The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Chapter One My hands were buried in the cold iron of the signal lever, the grease slick against my palms, when the whistle key turned in the lock of the control box. It was a small, brass thing, no larger than a thimble, but it held the weight of the entire line. I am Otto Lange, thirty-two years old, and I have worked the night shift at the division point for six years. The fog was burning off...

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