The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Halloway. The name hung in the breakroom air like a wet towel, heavy and dripping. I looked up from my coffee, the cheap instant stuff that tasted of burnt cardboard, and met his eyes. He was standing by the door, his tie loosened just enough to look dangerous, his hand resting on the latch as if he were about to leave but had decided, in the last second, that I was worth the trouble of...

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