The Golden Visit
Chapter One "Sign here, and the debt is cleared. Simple as that." The ink was wet, black as the water in the bayou outside, and it smelled of iron and old rot. I looked at the document, the paper thin as onion skin, and I saw my own reflection in the surface of the desk, distorted and stretched. The room was cold, the kind of cold that seeps into the marrow and stops the shivering, a physical...
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