The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You arrive at the house with the mud still caked in your boots. The engine of the truck dies behind you. Silence rushes in to fill the void. It is heavy. It is wet. The air smells of rot and iron. You step onto the porch. The wood groans under your weight. You are not a ghost. You are flesh. You are bone. You are here. The door is open. It stands ajar like a mouth. You step inside. The hallway...

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