The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell tolled. It hung in the tower, a great iron heart. I heard it in my sleep. The sound was not sound. It was weight. It pressed against the roof. It pressed against my chest. I woke gasping. The air was thick. It smelled of wet wool. It smelled of old blood. I was in the house of the magistrate. The walls were stone. The stones were cold. They were weeping. A drop fell on my hand. I did...

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