The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bells of Saint Jude’s toll the hour, but you do not hear them. You hear only the creak of the oaken beams above, a sound like the groaning of a dying beast. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool, tallow, and the sweet, rotting scent of autumn leaves pressed into the earth outside the barred window. You sit in the high-backed chair of the abbot’s study, your hands resting on your knees....

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