The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You walk. The road is long. It is old. The stones are worn smooth by centuries of feet. You wear them down. You feel the dust in your teeth. You spit. The air is dry. It smells of pine. It smells of rot. It smells of fear. You are young. You are small. You carry a pack. The pack is heavy. It contains everything you own. It contains your life. You are walking to the estate. The estate is a hill....

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