The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The house was breathing. I heard it. A low, wet exhalation from the walls. Not the settling of old wood. Something wetter. Something alive. My brother, Silas, stood by the window. He did not look at me. He looked at the dark yard. The rain hit the glass. It sounded like applause. Silas is a fool. He thinks he is free. He thinks the chains are rusted. They are not rusted. They are gold. And they...

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