The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

"Look at your hands, Thomas." He looked. They were red. Not the bright red of a poppy, but the dull, wet red of old rust. The skin had split. The nails were black. He held them up. They were not his. Or rather, they were his, but they belonged to someone else. Someone who had died a long time ago in a ditch outside the city. "Who did you do it to?" the warden asked. "No one." "Then why the...

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