The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The taste is copper and dust. You wake on the stone floor, the cold seeping into your bones like water. The air is thick, stale, smelling of wet wool and old sweat. You do not move. You know the rules here. You know the walls. The cell is small. It is a cube of gray rock. The door is iron, barred, heavy. It is always shut. You are inside. You have been inside for a long time. The time has no...

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