The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The feast was loud. Too loud. It vibrated in the teeth. The gold leaf flaked from the ceiling. It fell like dust. Like snow. But it didn’t melt. It just sat there. On the velvet tablecloth. I wiped it away. My hand shook. No, it didn’t shake. It was tired. Very tired. Captain Thorne stood by the fireplace. He held a glass of amber liquid. The light caught his face. It made him look old. Older...

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