The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train whistle shrieked. It cut the air like a knife. Silas stood on the platform. The gravel crunched under his boots. He held the brass key. It was warm. It had been in his pocket for forty years. The key to the lighthouse. The light was out. The keeper was dead. Silas was the new keeper. Or rather, the last one. The war had swallowed the coast. It had swallowed the men. It had swallowed...

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