The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The house burned with a quiet, ferocious orange that did not smell of smoke but of ozone and old dust, and you stood in the garden with your hands shaking so violently that the brass insignia on your uniform cuffs felt like they were trying to cut into your skin, watching the roofline of the family estate collapse inward with a sound like a giant breaking its own bones, while the neighbors...

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