The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the windowpane by an invisible, furious hand, each drop a distinct, shattering fragment of the sky itself, blurring the world outside the study into a smear of grey and violet that I watched with the detached fascination of a man observing his own slow disintegration. I sat in the high-backed leather chair, the one my father had purchased...

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