The Golden Farce
I woke with the taste of old bread and copper in my mouth, a flavor that had become so familiar it felt less like a sensation and more like a second skin. The dream had been the same as it always was, a recurring nightmare of a banquet where the plates were empty and the guests were hollow, their mouths moving in silent communion while I tried to fill my own cup with water that turned to ash...
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