The Golden Farce
The Golden Farce—so Edmund Pemberton-Steele called it in the margin of his leather-bound journal, in a hand so precise and controlled that it seemed to mock the madness of the words themselves. He had been a barrister for thirty-two years, trained in the art of making nonsense sound like law, of persuading a jury that the ground beneath their feet was not solid earth but something far more...
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