The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron key in my pocket had grown cold, a heavy, dead weight against my thigh as I walked the long, gravelled path toward the manor. The mist clung to the earth like a shroud, softening the sharp angles of the hedgerows and blurring the distant spires of the estate into ghostly smudges. I was an old man by then, my joints stiff with the damp, my mind worn thin by years of wandering and...

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