The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The rain in this city does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into mirrors of black glass that reflect the neon bleed of the shops above. I have lived here for three years, or perhaps it is only three days, for time has lost its rigid architecture in the place where the air tastes of ozone and wet iron. I am a man who carries...

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