The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

You hold the ring. It is heavy. Gold. Warm. It burns. Not with heat. With shame. You are a soldier. You are a ghost. The hall is large. The air is thick. It smells of wax. And blood. Old blood. The floor is stone. Cold. Your boots are silent. You do not want to be here. You want to be gone. But you are here. The light is low. It comes from candles. Hundreds of them. They flicker. They dance....

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