The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

I dreamt of my hands, not as they were, but as they had been before the world cracked them open, before the iron and the bone and the blood that now stitched them to the earth like roots to a cliff face, and in that dream the fingers were whole, unbroken, capable of holding a glass of whiskey without the trembling that has become my constant companion since the night of the trial, a night that...

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