The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell tolled at four. It tolled in the dream. It tolled in the waking. The sound was not sound. It was a physical weight. A leaden disc. It pressed against the eardrum. It bruised the mind. Walter woke. He did not stretch. He did not yawn. He sat up. The bed was cold. The sheets were damp. They smelled of sweat. They smelled of iron. He was in the tower. The old tower. The one by the river....

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