The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The coat was not merely wool and thread but a living skin, a heavy, velvet-dark membrane that had grown around my father’s shoulders long before I was born, and it was in the dream, again that endless, recurring dream, that I saw the truth of it, not as a garment he wore to keep the wind from the moors but as a cage of gold thread stitched so tightly into the fabric that it shimmered with a...

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