The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You dream of soup. It is thick and yellow. It smells of thyme and old bones. You are sitting at a long table. The wood is polished. It reflects your face. You are not alone. There are others. They are silent. They do not eat. They only watch. You lift the spoon. The liquid is warm. It coats your tongue. It tastes like forgetting. You wake up. The sheets are damp. The light is gray. It is...

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