The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The red coat hung on the hook by the door. It was a garment of such profound, heavy crimson that it seemed to absorb the light from the hallway rather than reflect it. I looked at it. The fabric was worn thin at the elbows, the buttons yellowed and cracked. It was mine. It had always been mine. Or so I told myself. I lived in the house at the end of the avenue. It was a place of stone and...

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