The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The coat was wool. Heavy, dark blue, with a lining of silk that had turned the color of old tea. It hung on the hook by the door of the faculty office, a solitary sentinel in the gray morning light. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon looked at it. He had not worn it in three days. In his mind, the coat was not a garment. It was a skin. It was the thing that held his shape together when the world tried to...

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