The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The pot cracked. It did not shatter with a bang, but with a wet, tearing sound, like a ripe fruit split by a careless thumb. Greta Becker stood in the kitchen, the clay shards still warm against her bare feet, watching the liquid spill across the flagstones. It was not gold. It was black, thick as tar, and it smelled of iron and old pennies. "You have ruined it," said Herr Mueller. He stood in...

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