The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

Thorne, get out of here. The words hung in the stale air of the flat, sharp as a slap, though Elias heard them in his own head, a ghost of his father’s voice that had faded to a whisper three days prior. He stood by the bed, the sheets damp and heavy with the smell of sickness and old wool, and watched the chest rise and fall with a rhythm that had no business existing. The room smelled of...

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