The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The smoke tastes like iron and old pennies. You are standing in the middle of the corridor, your boots sinking into the soot that coats the floor. It is thick here. It is thick everywhere. The building is dying, a slow, creaking death that has nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with the weight of what you have carried in for years. You check your pocket. The key is there. It is...

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