The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The house was a mouth that refused to close. It stood at the end of the lane, a brick jaw set against the gray sky of Leeds. Rain slicked the cobblestones. The smell of wet iron and coal smoke hung in the air. A thick, oily fog. It clung to the coat. It clung to the skin. Elias stood in the hall. He held a suitcase. It was brown leather. It was cracked at the corners. He had carried it for...

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