The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The tea is gone, and you know it before you look, a hollow ache in the throat that tastes of copper and old dust. "Is there any left, Thomas?" the voice from the doorway asks, soft as a bruise, belonging to a woman who has not aged a day since the morning you last saw her, though the light in the room has shifted to the heavy, amber slant of a dying afternoon. You turn slowly, the movement...

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