The Golden Visit
The tribunal convenes in three days, and you are already late, standing in the doorway of Major Vance’s office with the rain still clinging to your boots, dripping onto the linoleum with a sound like small, wet coins falling. Vance does not look up from his desk, where a stack of files sits neat as a deck of cards, but he gestures with a pen toward the chair opposite him, a motion that carries...
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