The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fog in the basement was not like the fog on the street, which rolled in from the harbor with the smell of brine and rotting kelp, but rather a thick, yellowish soup that seemed to boil from the damp bricks themselves, a living thing that pressed against my skin and seeped into the soles of my boots, blurring the lines between the floor and the air, between the dust motes dancing in the...

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