The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

"You look thin, Thomas." The voice belongs to the man at the table. He does not look up. He is counting coins. Silver. Then gold. Then silver again. The rhythm is steady. A heartbeat of wealth. Thomas stands in the doorway. The wind howls outside. It carries the scent of wet wool and ash. Thomas smells of both. He smells of the road. He smells of the three weeks he has spent in the mud. He does...

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