The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The bell struck at midnight. It did not chime; it screamed. A single, violent clang that rattled the fillings in my teeth and shook the dust from the rafters of the watchtower. I sat up on the cot, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The cold bit through my wool sweater. I had been awake for three days. The pension application was due on the first of November. If I did not secure the...

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