The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The brass fastener on the heavy wool coat caught the light like a tiny, trapped sun. Margaret held it up to the window of the intake room, her fingers trembling not from the cold, which was merely a physical absence, but from the sheer weight of the air. The room smelled of damp wool, floor wax, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood that never quite left the carpets of the St. Jude’s...

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