The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You stand in the center of the atrium, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old paper, a place that smells like the inside of a forgotten lung where the breath of centuries has accumulated into a heavy, humid fog that clings to your skin and settles in the creases of your uniform, a uniform that fits you too well, perhaps, or perhaps you have simply shrunk into the leather and wool of...

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