The Golden Farce
The feast is loud. You sit. You watch. The candles burn. The wax drips. It looks like tears. It looks like blood. You do not eat. You do not drink. You hold the cup. Your hands shake. They do not stop. The table groans. The plates clink. The noise is a wall. You are inside the wall. You are alone. Thomas is beside you. He eats. He laughs. His voice is high. It cuts the air. He points at you. He...
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