The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dream is not a place but a weight, a heavy, leaden thing that settles into the hollow of your sternum before you even open your eyes. You are lying in the dark, in the stone cellar beneath the watchtower, and the air tastes of damp moss and old iron. You know, with a certainty that bypasses thought, that the seal on the door has been broken. The ink is dry, but the paper is torn. In your...

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