The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The taste of it was copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated your tongue and would not wash away, lingering even as you chewed the stale, hard crust of the bread you had stolen from the market stall three streets back. You were not hungry, not in the way that makes the stomach cramp or the hands shake, but you ate because the act of eating was the only thing that kept you anchored to...

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