The Golden Farce
The house stands. It stands on the ridge. The brick is red. The roof is slate. It has stood for three hundred years. It will stand for three hundred more. You are not in the house. You are on the road. The road is dirt. The dirt is grey. You walk. Your feet hurt. The pain is sharp. The pain is old. It lives in your bones. It knows your name. It has always known your name. Eleanor. The name is...
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