The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The smell of sulfur and wet wool hung heavy in the air, a thick, cloying veil that seemed to settle into the very pores of our skin as the first mortar shell shrieked overhead, tearing the sky open with a sound like the universe cracking down its middle. I stood there, my boots sunk into the mud of the courtyard, watching the brass chandelier swing wildly in the draft that followed the...

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