The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ink is dry. You look at the signature, your own name scrawled in that cheap black gel pen. It looks like a wound. You look at the gold stamp next to it. It looks like a lie. The office is cold. It has always been cold. You remember the heating bill from last winter, the one you didn’t pay. You remember the radiator ticking, a dry, skeletal sound, like a bone breaking in the dark. You were...

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