The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell in silver sheets, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflected a sky I no longer recognized. I stood at the threshold of the tavern, the heavy oak door banging shut behind me. In my hand, I clutched a bundle wrapped in oilcloth. Inside lay the coat. It was red. Not the bright scarlet of a poppy, nor the dull crimson of dried blood, but a deep, arterial red that seemed to...

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