The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The alarm clock screamed. It was a digital shriek, flat and gray. I rolled over. The pillow smelled of lavender and old dust. I sat up. My head throbbed. It was a dull, rhythmic ache. Like a hammer hitting wet clay. I looked at the clock. 6:14 AM. I needed to be there by eight. I needed to find the box. I dressed in the dark. The shirt felt stiff. The collar rubbed my neck. I put on my shoes....

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