The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain hit the thatch of the chapel roof with a rhythm like a frantic heart. It was a sound I had known all my life, a drumbeat against the eaves of my father’s house, but here, in the stone cellar beneath the village, it sounded different. It sounded like a threat. I was twelve years old. I had a cough that sat in my chest like a stone. Thomas stood by the iron gate. He was tall, lean as a...

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