The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You wake up in the hollow of a tree that is not a tree, but a ribcage of bone the size of a cathedral, and the air tastes of copper and old rain. You are lying on a bed of moss that is green so deep it looks like velvet soaked in ink, and you remember nothing before the moment you opened your eyes, which is a terrifying kind of freedom, a blank slate where a history should be, and you push...

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