The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The gate of the prison was not locked, a fact that had begun to feel less like an oversight and more like a deliberate invitation, a slow exhalation of the building’s spirit into the autumn air where the leaves were turning the color of dried blood and old parchment. I stood on the cobblestones, which were slick with the mist that always rolled in from the estuary, and I watched the heavy iron...

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