The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You are standing in the center of the room, and the room is standing still around you, a perfect square of polished oak and damp stone that smells of iron, old paper, and the distinct, cloying sweetness of dried lavender hanging from the high beams where the shadows gather like thick wool. You know this place. You know the scuff marks on the floorboards where the legs of the table have been...

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