The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The fire took the roof of the old mill before I could wake. I woke to the smell of burning timber. Smoke, thick and black, curled through the crack in the door. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. I stumbled out of the cottage, my feet bare on the cold, wet grass. The world was ending. The sky was a bruised purple, swollen with smoke. I held my father’s seal in my hand. It...

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