The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream had been loud. It was a sound like tearing canvas, followed by a silence so heavy it pressed against my eardrums. I sat up in the chair. The fire in the grate had died to embers. Outside, the wind tore at the shutters of my study. I am a scholar of things that should not be. I catalog the forgotten. I organize the chaotic. But last night, the...

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