The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain had turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the sickly yellow glow of the gas lamps that flickered in the wind like dying embers, and I stood there, clutching the damp, heavy wool of my coat against my chest, watching the grandeur of the palace gates slowly surrender to the erosion of time and indifference. It was not a castle, exactly, nor a...

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