The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The hall smelled of coal dust and stale beer. The air was thick. It hung low. We were many. We were loud. I stood by the pillar. It was black. It was cold. I held my hat. My fingers were white. The band played. The brass screamed. The rhythm thumped in my chest. It was a heavy beat. It was a living beat. I looked at the door. The door was open. The night was dark. The night was wet. I did not...

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