The Golden Farce
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the line between the road and the field, and you were walking away from the only house you had ever loved, carrying a heavy leather satchel that felt less like a container and more like a limb you had been forced to amputate. You did not look back at the porch where your mother stood, though you could feel the weight...
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