The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

I sat by the hearth. The fire died. Embers glowed. Red. Dark red. I watched them fade. Ash fell. Soft. White dust. It covered my hands. I did not brush it off. The cellar door creaked. It was not the wind. I knew the wind. This was something else. A presence. Heavy. It pressed against the stone walls. I felt it in my teeth. A hum. Low. Vibration. The air grew thick. Breathless. I stood. My legs...

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