The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The frost on the windowpanes of the old manor had grown thick enough to write your name in, if you had cared to try, but you did not care. You were too busy listening to the silence that lived in the corners of the room, a silence that tasted of iron and old dust. Your father, a man whose spine was as straight as the oak beams above you, sat by the dying fire, his hands wrapped around a mug of...

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