The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The house is burning. Not metaphorically. The thatch is weeping flame, the beams groaning like old men under the weight of a sudden, terrible burden. You stand in the garden, your hands trembling, your coat buttoned to the chin despite the heat radiating from the walls. It is a Tuesday, or a Wednesday. Time has lost its grip here, loosened by the smoke and the scent of charred oak. You are a...

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