The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train moves through the dark. You are on it. You sit by the window, but you do not look out. You look at the object in your hand. It is a small, brass bell. It has no clapper. It is silent. It is warm. It has been warm since you picked it up in the station. The station was empty. The air smelled of rain and iron. You had come to leave. You had packed one bag. It was light. You carried it...

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