The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The frost came down on the morning I realized I had forgotten how to be young. It was a thick, white silence that settled over the town of Oakhaven, muffling the sharp edges of the maple trees and softening the gray stone of the church spire. I stood at the window of my cottage, watching the snow accumulate on the roof, and felt a sudden, sharp pain in my knees. It was not a metaphor. It was...

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