The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The lantern was dead. Not broken, just tired. The glass was clouded with the grime of a hundred nights. The metal handle was worn smooth by Thomas’s thumb, a groove as deep as a riverbed. He held it up. The flame inside was a ghost. It flickered. It refused to die. It was the only light in the cellar. The air tasted of damp stone and old fear. Thomas sat on a crate. His knees were pulled to his...

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