The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

I woke with the taste of copper and old dust on my tongue, the dream of my brother’s face still burning behind my eyelids like a brand. It was a heavy sort of waking, the kind that happens in the deep, soot-stained heart of a city that has forgotten how to breathe, where the air itself feels thick with the weight of unspoken debts. I lay still for a moment, listening to the rhythmic, metallic...

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