The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

"Put the trowel down, Duncan." The Mayor’s voice was thin, stripped of the gravel it usually carried in the town square. It hung in the cold air of the scaffold, brittle as the old plaster. Duncan Macara did not look up. He was forty-two, a master mason, and his pension depended on the gilded spire of the City Hall being finished before the winter solstice. He could feel the weight of the gold...

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