The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The cage sat in the center of the hall. It was iron. Black. Cold. Inside, a bird. It was small. It was bright. It was gold. Not the gold of coins. Not the gold of crowns. It was the gold of late summer light trapped in amber. It was the gold of a promise kept. The bird looked at Thomas. Thomas looked at the bird. He did not blink. The hall was vast. Stone walls. High ceilings. Shadows pooled in...

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