The Golden Farce
The first crack in the world appeared at the base of your spine, a jagged line of heat that turned the air in the cellar thick and sweet with the scent of rotting apples and ozone. You were sitting on the cold stone floor, your back pressed against the damp wall, your hands resting on your knees, when the pain arrived. It was not a sudden blow. It was a slow invasion, a filling up, as if...
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