The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The house breathed. It was a deep, rattling exhalation that shook the dust motes in the sunbeams. Elias sat on the cold floorboards. His hands were small. They were clean. He held his breath. The hallway was long. It was narrow. The wallpaper peeled like dead skin. It hung in yellowed strips. They looked like tongues. They tried to speak. They could not. Elias was ten. He wore a white shirt. It...

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