The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The feast was loud. Too loud. The noise pressed against my eardrums like wet clay. I sat in the corner. I watched. The candlelight flickered. It danced on the walls. It danced on the faces of the men. They laughed. They drank. They did not see me. Or perhaps they did not care. I was the shadow in the room. The one who mended the nets of the soul. I was Thomas. I was the weaver. My hands rested...

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