The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The dust in the attic tasted of dry rot and old paper. I sat on the floor, my back against the cold brick, watching the light shift through the single high window. It was late. The house was quiet, a silence so thick it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. I was looking for the key. Not a physical key, though there were hundreds of them in the velvet pouch beside me. I was...

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