The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

Mara’s left hand was heavy. It hung by her side, a dead weight of bone and tendon. It did not hurt. That was the first wrongness. It simply existed, separate from the rest of her, as if she had purchased it at a market and it had refused to fit. She stood in the hallway of the manor. The air was thick. It smelled of damp wool and old dust. The wallpaper peeled in long, dry strips. It looked...

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