The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The river does not care who we are, nor does it remember the names of the men who have drowned in its brown, silted depths, which is why I have come to sit on the cold stone of the bridge at this hour, when the mist is thickest and the world feels less like a place of consequence and more like a draft of ink blurring at the edges, and I am here because I must look at her face one last time, not...

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