The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The coat was red. Not a gentle red. A screaming red. It hung on the hook by the door like a wound that refused to close. You had bought it in a market square in Vienna, before the world turned its back on you. Before the papers. Before the trains. It is now London. It is 1912. The fog is thick as wool. You are standing in the antechamber of the Whitehall estate. The air smells of wax and old...

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