The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream that tore through the silence of the glasshouse like a jagged stone through silk. I was standing on the other side of the panes, watching the orchids, when the heat hit my face, a physical weight that smelled of sulfur and old, dried blood. It was the night the sky turned red, the night the world decided to end not with a bang, but with a...

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