The Golden Farce
The carriage jolted over a rut in the mud, sending a spray of wet earth against the glass, and Margaret watched the rain-streaked window with the detached, almost clinical curiosity of a woman observing a specimen under a lens, while the rhythmic thumping of the horses’ hooves provided a steady, drum-like heartbeat to the journey that was carrying her away from the only life she had ever known,...
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