The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in Ashworth didn’t wash things clean. It just made the grime slick. You know that. You always knew that. You are sitting in your office, the one with the peeling green paint and the smell of wet wool and old tobacco. The window is fogged. You are looking at your hand. Your left hand. The knuckles are swollen. The skin is rough, like cracked leather, peeling at the edges. It is a bad...

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