The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain fell hard. It drummed on the slate roof of the manor. A rhythmic, cold pounding. It sounded like knuckles on a door. Walter stood by the window. He watched the garden. The roses were crushed. The mud was brown. It swallowed the path. He was an old man. His uniform hung loose. The brass buttons were tarnished. They caught the dim light. They did not shine. They looked dead. The house...

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