The Golden Farce
You stand in the rain. The water is cold. It soaks through your coat. You are a soldier. You are a ghost. The town is grey. The stones are slick. You hold the seal. It is gold. It is heavy. It burns in your hand. You do not breathe. The air is thick with fear. The crowd is gone. The streets are empty. Only the dogs remain. They snarl in the alleys. They smell the blood. You smell it too. You...
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