The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink was black. It was wet. It smelled of iron and old blood. I held the pen. My hand did not shake. I was a clerk. I was a man of forms. My name was Arthur. It was a small name. A quiet name. It fit the desk. It fit the chair. It fit the room. The room was not a room. It was a throat. The walls breathed. The light was not light. It was a gaze. I looked up. You are late, said the voice. It...

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