The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain against the windowpane did not sound like rain; it sounded like the slow, deliberate tapping of fingernails on a glass surface, a rhythmic percussion that kept time with the pounding of my own heart, which had ceased to be merely a biological pump and had instead become a drum of war, a resonating chamber for a grief so vast and so ancient that it seemed to predate the very stone walls...

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