The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain has not stopped. It taps against the glass of the clinic window with a rhythmic, hollow persistence. You sit in the high-backed chair, the leather worn smooth by decades of anxious hands. The air smells of stale tea and iodine. A clock on the wall ticks. The sound is a small, sharp intrusion in the silence. You are here for the assessment. They told you this would take an hour. It has...

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