The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

We were leaving the Glass Spire on a morning that smelled of ozone and crushed mint, and I remember thinking that if I could just hold my breath long enough, the weight of the city would lift from my shoulders, and we would float up into the white, silent sky together, two ghosts who had finally learned how to be light, but then you looked at me, and your eyes were not the eyes of the man who...

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