The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The iron is hot, blistering your palm as you drag the heavy grate from the cellar, the rust flaking off in orange scales that stick to the sweat of your skin like the blood of a minor wound. You are here because the system demands it, because the ledger on the desk upstairs, that pristine sheet of white paper with its black, unyielding columns, states that the furnace must be cleaned, that the...

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