The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain falls. It does not stop. It falls on the grey slate roofs of Manchester. It falls on the wet cobblestones. It falls on you. You are leaving. The door closes behind you. The latch clicks. A small, final sound. The city holds its breath. The fog rolls in from the river. It swallows the streetlamps. One by one, they die. You walk. Your boots are heavy. The leather is cracked. It weeps...

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